He faced her down. Obviously did not twirl his rope on the roof. He got out of NJ yesterday. When I spoke to him, earlier today, he was in Tucson, having dinner with friends. Didn't want to interrupt the meal (they served the food as we were talking) because I remember vividly that you do not keep the cowboy from his feed.
I'm so grateful and relieved. Little brothers never seem to cease being a pain (and that may apply to big sisters, too, but Moi?) but it's the only kind of pain worth having (other than one's own kids but that's a different neurosis).
Spent the day at the Ventura Writers Workshop and going back tomorrow. Only a half-hour from my door - and at least one speaker flew in from San Diego! - and met a bunch of really nice folks.
Three hours sleep is catching up with me. David went to the SAG-AFTRA Film Society's screening of Flight! and I don't know if I can wait up, much longer.
Please check out the Indiegogo campaign. Two weeks will be enough time if everyone helps, even if only to forward the message to those they love and trust. There have got to be 4,000 people willing to part with $10 in order to start the ball rolling that will bring smiles to children for generations to come.