From the 2011 movie: My Week with Marilyn starring Michelle Williams in an award winning performance as Marilyn Monroe.
The notebook writer is Marilyn Monroe’s husband playwright Arthur Miller. In 1960, Arthur wrote something very special for Marilyn. Click on our link below to read about that and to see the two of them dancing on the set of The Misfits.
And also to hear a wonderful jazz performance by Toots Thielemans with Til Bronner. I love this song.
Meanwhile here is some music from the movie “My Week with Marilyn.”
CONRAD POPE ( American composer) from the movie:
And here is the link to the Blogfinger article from last year with the photograph of the couple dancing.
This photo requires a bit of narrative. It’s a gorgeous Saturday in Fort Myers, Florida, at the Edison Estate (the winter home of Thomas A.). We’re milling about, sizing up the tour which we are about to take, when a white limo pulls up. Out spills the bridal party. The wedding photographer is fumbling with his equipment, and the women form a protective ring around the bride.
So here I am with my camera, and this scene unfolds right in front of me. I pick up my Leica and start shooting. I’m caught up in the event; I’m a paparazzi, circling the scene like a shark—moving in with my wide angle lens.
Just then, a cell phone rings multiple times, with the sound coming from the right side. It’s the bride’s mother’s phone. I snap the photo, and then the bride says, “Mom!! I think your phone’s ringing!!”
Editor’s note: The bride was so beautiful; I can’t leave it like this–with Mom’s phone ringing. Let’s fast forward and imagine a moment later in the day when all attention is focused on the bride.
Here are the JAGUARS: This is one of the all-time great love songs—-By Jerome Kern (music) and Dorothy Fields lyrics. She said that she cried when she first heard Kern’s melody.
And below is a link to another Josephine Baker song called ‘I Have Two Loves.” The scene is Paris, and that is a very Parisienne thing to do, and tres dangeroux.
They also are happy because somehow Irma failed to blow this manufactured home community of nearly 500 units to Kingdom Come. A few roofs were blown off, and some carports fell victim to the winds, but, despite the Gulf nearby, there was no serious flooding. Power was out for 5 days.
So these seniors are able to return to their life of bingo, hot dog parties, competitive shuffle board (where they actually have a verb “to shuffle”…as in “We’re going to shuffle this morning”,) golf, fishing, boating, or just hanging around.
Most of the folks in Tropicana are from the Midwest—–Wisconsin, Minnesota, Illinois, etc. It is rare to see Jersey plates. Some people wear cheese on their heads; others fly green and gold flags (Green Bay Packers colors.) My neighbors are from Kentucky. They call me “Doc.” I’m not sure they know my actual name, although that’s true also in OG where they call me Blogfinger. On the other hand, I like nicknames—–just ask the Groaners.
And they have lots of 3-wheeler bikes and golf carts. There are early bird specials nearby where you can get a lobster dinner for 12 bucks. And the swimming pools (2 of them) are heated, even in tropical temperatures.
Nearby are quite a few fancy gated communities where it’s more of a country club atmosphere. And, of course, the east coast (Hollywood, Ft. Lauderdale, etc.) is another story altogether. There you can get a great bagel and hot pastrami sandwich.
But, in the middle of winter, all of south Florida shares the blessing of great weather, and that alone is worth the journey.
THE BAND (CONCERT VERSION WITH BOBBY CHARLES) “Down South in New Orleans.”
“Ship’s at anchor, my suitcase packed,
Got a one way ticket, ain’t comin’ back.
Life’s a pleasure, love’s no dream,
Down south in New Orleans.”
I’m afraid you can’t substitute the name Ft. Myers for New Orleans, but you get the idea of heading south for pleasure, even if it’s Hot Dog Day in Tropicana Park rather then the NO version of a hot time.
