(I call the movie maker on my computer a talkie because it's low tech like the talkies of 1920's and 1930's. It's just me talking while still photos move.)
But I thought it was a way to get hundreds of photos and documents into a tribute to him, and that part worked. The artlessness of my narrative is what's unworthy of him, especially since one of the talkies is about his wit in the tongue-in-cheek tributes he pays me.
So in desperation as his 40th comes closer, I'm going to use this blog. If it embarrasses him beyond belief, I will remove it. Otherwise it's here to stay.
