Incredible

"We know what we are,
but know not what we may be."
-William Shakespeare

Imagine this incredible story based on a novel by Theodore Pratt. A bespectacled, bookkeeper named Henry loves his pet fish so much that he longs to be one. When Henry's wish comes true and he's turned into a talking fish, the simple ocean life he'd envisioned proves more exciting than mundane.

The story was made into a film in 1964. I thought of it the other day and wanted to give it an honorable mention. It is one of my childhood memories when I was only five years old. If there are any children in your life. It's a must see! It will unleash a bit of fun and imagination for everyone.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dy20eaJNdDo

The 1942 book by Theodore Pratt (Mr. Limpet) is NOT readily available except for collectible copies. If you get your hands on a copy, SAVE IT!


Twenty-five years ago today:

April 29, 1984
Sunday

After breakfast I drove out to MACY's to buy the living room area rug that I had seen with Chris a couple of weeks ago. I was happy to see that it was still there.

I had a fun-filled Noon to 3:30PM bicycle ride along the beach. It means a lot to me to 'enjoy my solitude'. It makes me feel good to see others (strangers) who are just hangin' out and connecting. Everyone will give 'goo-goo' eyes or whistle, honk or stare. It's amusing how the world can be as they search for mutuality.

I returned home and mom was gone. She was attending Sherri's baby shower at the Solomon Lane Townhouse. I decided to watch 'Master of the Game', a TV-mini series. The title seemed right up my alley.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086755/

I took a nap until 5:30PM when the telephone rang. It was Western Union calling to give my brother, Tony, a telegram. I believe it was in regard to his friend, Dennis Reno, and his illness.
"Could you call back at around eight o'clock?" I asked.
I gave Tony the message as soon as he walked into the house.

At 5:30PM Chris Cordellos telephoned with good news.
"I just laid back and did nothing all weekend," Chris announced.
He went on to say how he took in the sun and specifically did not go out on Friday or Saturday nights.
"Well, I called you Friday night and there was no answer," I said.
"Oh, there was something wrong with the fun," Chris readily replied.
Chris continued, "There we so many happenings on Friday night with Jim Severn and Edward. And I had this dream. I was driving in a car with someone and a guy was walking over the bridge. I drove up next to him and drew a curtain inside my car."

We all dream our problems. What did his dream mean? I felt fear and worry indicators about his concern about our relationship coming to an end. The bridge is not a good place for him to be because he had told me that a dear friend of his had jumped off of a bridge. When he told me of his dream it made me freak. Then again, I feel good at the same time.

Chris is a good friend and my intention is to maintain the friendship and closeness.
When I telephoned Chris again at 11PM we tried to talk but he kept saying "Yeah" a lot. This was to supposed to indicate that Barb was in the room. We still managed a reasonably good talk. We always do.