Remember those miniature license plates for your bicycle? The personalized ones with your name on them? Cute, right?
Yeah, I hated those damned things because they never had one with the name “Kurt”. I also hated Romper Room because at the end when Miss Nancy took out her magic mirror and searched to see who was out there in televisionland, she never saw me. No Kurts in televisionland. Not once. Not ever.
So, when I learned that my kid-universe included an actor named Kurt Russell, he immediately earned a soft spot in my heart.
Which explains why I have a copy of Tombstone in my video armoire.
It does not explain why I have also have a copy of Wyatt Earp.
Nor does it explain why, this past weekend, I watched them both, back to back.
Unraveling Time
Desert Wind
Ploughman's Son
Ploughman King
The Year the Cloud Fell
The Spirit of Thunder
Shadow of the Storm
The Cry of the Wind
Beneath a Wounded Sky
Cryptogenesis: A Memoir
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 