A blography of Robert Redford

Good Morning,

In a little over 24hrs. assuming no delays or heroic glider landings in the Ohio River my plane will touch down in Salt Lake (again please not IN the Lake)...

i am excited and sporting new luggage which i will happily ditch or NOT try to remove from the overhead bin should frigid waters be rushing up past my ankles...

quick question...i am not trying to lesson the significance of this by all accounts modern day miracle but...how did the lady who broke both of her legs exit the plane? we've heard about the mother cradling her infant and walking over seats but nothing from her. how the heck did she get off the plane?

anyway...

what will not be lost on me is the importance and significance of this day in our nation's history...on the heels of the day we celebrate the birth of a great leader and memorialize him with his speech. we will welcome in without apology the man who has revolutionized hope--THE 44TH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES BARACK OBAMA!!!

i am easily overwhelmed in the mix of such strong emotion...the fear, relief, excitement, hope, inspiration...

it leaves me feeling like i need to make an apology.

this morning i'd just like to issue a "public" apology to the man himself

...Robert Redford.

i apologize for referring to him as old warty face (they're moles)

it was 1983. i was 8 years old. ABC's Sunday Night at the Movies...

my parents put away their disco shoes, mom pulled out the popcorn maker, i snuggled up to the Kerosene heater and my brother lay on the "kick-fight" couch...

it was the best of all worlds after a long day of Nerf basketball and sweatpants wedgies

that is until the show began and my brother and i realized we'd AGAIN been snookered into watching

The Thornbirds...another in a series of widely popular tv miniseries. while the adults swooned and clinked the scotch glasses, those of us with the 9pm bedtime were left with...

an old lady who did not know how to take Communion (she's closing her mouth too fast...putting her lips on the priest's finger!)

and a man too handsome to really be a priest who kept picking up this little girl named Megan (i had a cousin named megan).

we'd already endured Shogun and Winds of War...6 successive February Evenings of pain. my parents had tried to bribe us to behave with Pepsi Free and cigar pretzels. tonight this wasn't going to work...

i whole heartedly hated this feathery haired man who was keeping me from watching my favorite show--Real People! i yearned to watch a feathery haired Sarah Purcell marching out in a pantsuit.

instead of watching the giant silver globe spin and Byran Allen report on...a man who could walk up a 20ft. wall or if we were lucky the lady who could put her chin in her nose

we were left with a man wearing a black dress and a little girl named megan...(i had a cousin named megan!)

i sucked in my breath, cried, and went to my room to read a book about a boy and his dogs that ended badly. i cursed old warty face (again i'm told they're moles NOT warts)

i blamed him for all of this...then came Out of Africa (1985) and the VCR with 24hr. video rentals. the Academy Award winning cinematography, the beauty of the land, a tragic love story...

it had a running time of 322 minutes. watched only once it is 161 min. but watched consecutively on a loop. in the evening and then again in the morning for a 2nd showing...

it's 10 year old torcher!!!

Tom Booker! now we're talking (i was 23yrs.) a cowboy, 2 pretty ladies and a traumatized horse...1998 The Horse Whisperer. Pilgrim and Grace get hit by a truck...all i can remember is the sexiest sexless sex scene i have ever seen. the slow dance of felt emotions, lightly touching skin, a caress of breath on the ear...

everything is said not even whispered with a kiss everything just felt and held in the moment, teetering between strength and submission...the song's so soft...they can feel the passion rising up between them so strong...makes them so dizzy, they'd cross that line if brushed with a feather...

nope couldn't stay with it because old warty face somewhere in the deepest recesses of my brain was responsible for the tHORNYbirds...and my slight enduring fear of priests.

this Friday is my birthday. i was told this is my day to do whatever i wish...

i've decided my sundance experience should include searching for Robert Redford to see if he’d like to hire me as a ranch hand and/or include more disabled people in his movies.

always come prepared!

hmm, Robert Redford was not in Thornbirds. Richard Chamberlain was...oh, oops.

so, sorry.

Happy Monday,

Amanda

p.s. 1998 Robert just missed out on the Academy nomination and apparently the award for best celebrity moles...

http://www.skinema.com/Skinnies1998.html