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RIP Richard Roundtree, 81. Born in New Rochelle, he earned a football scholarship to Southern Illinois, but left school to model. He joined the Negro Ensemble Company and starred in many off-Broadway plays, including Howard Sackler’s The Great White Hope. He skyrocketed to fame as Shaft (1971), his first silver screen role, and its two sequels. There are 161 titles under his name at IMDb. He made numerous appearances on popular TV shows and worked in several series: twelve episodes of Outlaws, 61 of Generations, ten of 413 Hope St., eight of Rescue 77, six of Soul Food, five of Desperate Housewives, 18 of Diary of a Single Mom, 33 of Being Mary Jane, 22 of Family Reunion, eight of Cherish the Day. He will appear posthumously in three works. Married twice, he was a father of five. His iconic role is likely to live on for generations. As Isaac Hayes sings: “Who’s the cat that won’t cop out/When there’s danger all about?” Well done, Sir. Photo from Google Images:
The House finally has a speaker. Now it can go back to conspiring against the hardest working, most productive Americans.
New York suffered a net population loss of 244,000 in 2022. I guess there’s plenty of room for more migrants.
Amusing nypost.com headline: “Dog mom shocked that pet boarding costs more than her vacation.” It is a weird world. Woof.
Headline from newsmax.com: “Report: Abortions Increased Since Roe Reversed.” I wonder if this news means it will not be a significant issue in the presidential election, although many, of course, will continue to use it as a weapon. Will the mainstream nedia even mention it?
Headline from foxnews.com: “Female-led IDF combat squad eliminates nearly 100 Hamas terrorists, report says.” Kudos.
I have completed the second draft of my latest work. It has swelled from 21 to 28 handwritten pages. I still haven’t come up with a satisfying title. The next step will be a reading. I will then type the story into the computer, forgoing another handwritten draft. I’m curious if there will be enough words and pages for a publishable novella.
Indian Summer has checked in, and the floating book shop approves. There was a bombardment of donations today. Half of it may not be marketable, but it is still appreciated. My thanks to all the donors and buyers. Here’s what sold: two books in Russian, The Exile: Portrait of an American Mother, Pearl S. Buck’s loving memoir of her mom, and CENTENNIAL ENTERTAINMENT MAGAZINE 2021, THE BEATLES 60 YEARS LATER. The latter was purchased by Alice, who said her mom took her to JFK to greet the Fab Four back in the day. I also had a brief discussion with a guy who was deftly maneuvering a large coin across his fingers as he scanned the inventory. I asked if he were a magician and he said he has more than 600 books on the subject. I love my “job.”
