We watched Papillon
the other night, a 1973 movie
about the indominability of the human spirit.
The whole time I was thinking, "That's not me."
A few rainy days and some light hard labor
and I'm ready to crumble. Maybe it's the lack of
At least Hoffman and McQueen were in the tropics.
pretty good to me and I kept wondering
where it was Steve McQueen wanted to escape to.
Could it get better than exile in paradise?