At 2 a.m. the little goose couldn't sleep and wanted to watch a show on the Kindle Fire. Once she was happily contented with M. Mouse—and with any luck our lesson is finally learned that there should be no chocolate consumed before bed—and my Charmer was back to sleep, I began working on an Errol Flynn article devoted to his Hollywood Westerns. I watched part of Sante Fe Trail (1940) and this leads to watching the documentary Tasmanian Devil: The Fast and Furious Life of Errol Flynn.
And that’s a long way around to saying it reminded me of “Sean Flynn” by The Clash from 1982’s Combat Rock. Errol’s son Sean, a freelance photojournalist for Time and United Press International, disappeared on April 6, 1970. His body was never found and it is believed he was held captive for over a year before being murdered by the Khmer Rouge.
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Once in a while I kind of miss those special nights when Josh was little. Usually I like to get my sleep, though. :)
Now I find its the perfect time to write, Charles. Take a nap later.
David, by and large our kids let us sleep through the night though I remember waking up for my first-born (daughter) than for my son who followed a few years later.
My daughter sleeps well now unless we agree to chocolate within a few hours of bedtime. And, honest to goodness, how do we forget?!
I don't remember if I had those kind of nights with my both of my kids (I guess that's a good thing to be that far removed from those halcyon days of controlled chaos). I do remember having perpetual sleep interruptus as the wife got up to take care of things (in my case, a distinct lack of sleep equated becoming seriously ill the next day).
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Man, I miss Strummer and the boys.
But then, I miss those big guys that wore the scaly green jackets everywhere. Tiny brains but they were wild at parties!
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