Wednesday, September 30, 2009

First Love

He wasn't actually my first love (that was Elvis). But because he died before he had a chance to disappoint, he was a lingering one. I tried to breathe in every frame of  "Rebel without a Cause," knowing in my heart that I could have saved him.

Even now, when I drive through Cholame I have to stop at the Jack Ranch Cafe, read every word about the crash. And even though it's not really even about him, I could watch "Come Back to the Five and Dime, Jimmie Dean, Jimmie Dean" a hundred times. 

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