The morning after Harry Potter

Last night, Cindy, Kate and I celebrated Sister Susan's birthday by eating pizza at Slice's, watching the new Harry Potter movie (Cindy and Kate for the second time) and running over to Bookland for two copies of the latest and last Harry Potter book. We were up to 12:30 in the morning. I guess Cindy and Kate had a good time. I got a little indigestion.

Now Cindy and Kate are sleeping the morning away and I am up the usual time, writing my memories from the night before. It was dark, long, lasted late and gave a rumbly in my tummy.

This morning, my choice is between a John Wayne western, "Rio Grande" and a Jimmy Cagney street-kid movie, "Angels with Dirty Faces." Some might call that a poor choice. "Rio Grande" is your typical John Ford western with all the usual actors in residence. "Angels with Dirty Faces" is also the ideal Jimmy Cagney movie, with Pat O'Brien and Humphrey Bogart on the side. It is kind of difficult but I am leaning toward the Jimmy Cagney movie.

Here is that commercial for the sleep medicine with Abraham Lincoln, the beaver and the Deep Sea Diver. Abe is ok and I'd like to shoot the beaver (or at least get rid of him), but the Deep Sea diver is a classic, kind of like the hairy dude in Star Wars without the noise.

Now I find that the Dead End kids are in this Jimmy Cagney movie. I guess all the inner city toughs are in on this production. I guess all we need is George Raft to complete the picture. Maybe he'll show up as the real bad guy in the end. I know that Pat O'Brien will show up to put everybody on the right road. It looks like Jimmy is going to help his old buddy turn them around.

If only life was that simple.