He was immortal to me...Hud, Cool Hand Luke, Absence of Malice (my favorite), From the Terrace, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Rally Round the Flag Boys (I saw it at the drive-in with my mom and dad and sisters), The Verdict, The Road to Perdition. Oh I thought he would never die, live to 105. And then I found out he was mortal just like the rest of us...and had cancer...I never even knew that.
I told Jim at breakfast Sunday (today) morning that he was one of those movie stars that YOU NEVER KNEW HIS POLITICS or he did not use his celebrity to push his politics on other people. He just lived his life and made and directed great movies.
On a lighter note, how bout them LSU Tigers? Jim went down to Baton Rouge for the game on Saturday. Jim and I are lucky enough to have season tickets although I don't attend for two reasons 1) Jim's seats are eight rows from the top of the east side, right about where the orange arrow is;
And, 2) Jim's seats are eight rows from the top of the east side. YIKES, look how high that is, look at the people in the foreground and it looks like they're standing on each other's heads!
Actually, Jim is THE FAN and he's up at the top for a reason. He screams, he hollers, he cusses them out even when they're stomping an opponent. But make no mistake, he is among other fans that scream and holler and cuss. He and his cousin Bill played high school football, had a torturous coach that taught them to enjoy pain and none of them ever got over losing the state high school football championship by one point in 1967. Jim also played football (defensive tackle) his first year at Northwestern (in Louisiana). He called himself a glorified tackling dummy for the A squad and at the end of the season he could see the writing on the wall and went to the coach at Northwestern to resign. The coach politely accepted his resignation and said, "If I could have just gotten a little more speed out of you Ruffin....." That's when he transferred to LSU and he became THE FAN.
So during last night's game, Jim was screaming and hollering and cussing as usual and animated. Charles Scott made a fantastic LSU touchdown (I do watch the game at home) and Jim jumed up, clapped his hands together hard and his LSU leather watchband popped off, flew up in the air and landed in the lap of the lady sitting in front of him. All his buddies around him fell out laughing and he had to tap the woman on the shoulder and ask her for it back, she hadn't even noticed. So you can imagine how embarrassed he was when lo and behold three or four plays later he jumped up clapping and the button popped off of his shorts and went into this same lady's backpack. Jim will never live that down and guess who's probably finding a stray button in her backpack this morning and wondering where the hell it came from?