Three days on the road, but I finally made it home tonight! I saw many Rough-Legged Hawks, a Pheasant couple, Mule Deer, Horses and Cattle along the way. Sidney, Montana is a remarkably pleasant community on the North Dakota border -- Sandy and Leanne of the MonDak Heritage Center were very friendly and helpful to me. Lewistown was unusually stately for a Central Montana town, with a tidy business district, well-kept neighborhoods, plus plenty of shady trees and water -- many thanks to Corinna and Jeniffer at the museum! I saw ONE more in Great Falls this morning -- the Charles M. Russell Museum, which includes the old cowboy's home and studio.

Sitemeter Sez: Visitors from Buenos Aires, Argentina; Whittier, California; Sudbury, Ontario; Fairfield, California; Kearny, New Jersey; Clarksville, Tennessee; Crawley, UK; Missouri City, Texas; Rotterdam, Holland; Mesa, Arizona; Meriden, Connecticut; Winston Salem, North Carolina (lookin' for the P-FUNK!); Sarnia, Ontario; Cherry Hill, New Jersey; Spring, Texas; San Antonio, Texas; Lake Havasu City, Arizona and Chattanooga, Tennessee (Choo-choo Ch-boogie!)

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Starring: Ida Rubinstein Belle Epoch Russian/Parisian beauty.
Ida's Places in Paris -- from my first jet-lagged day by the Seine.
Read more about Ida in Sisters of Salome by Toni Bentley

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In The Community: My mad dash to Sidney, Montana at the far East end of Montana for the Hockaday Museum of Art is DONE! The next two transport trips for Cawdrey's show won't be near as intense.
Our current exibits are Rails, Trails, and A Road -- honoring the 75th Anniversary of Going To The Sun Road in Glacier National Park, plus Ace Powell -- Ace of Diamonds and Native American Interpretations from our permanent collection.

Media Watch: Watched old movies as I winded down from the road or tried to sleep.

I put up with a couple of WWII movies -- one was a strange technicolor flick about Navy flight surgeons in 1940 San Diego starring Errol Flynn and Fred McMurray. Half the science they spoke about was probably classified during the next twelve months.
Guadalcanal Diary was a sad, jingoistic, approximation of one of the most critical military adventures in world history. The book, Guadalcanal Diary by Richard Tregaskis, was written by what we'd call an "embedded" reporter today. The Landmark Books version I read in 6th grade left a lot of the desperation and horror untold, but allowed some reality to remain between the covers. The movie from 1943 was as numbing as novacaine, and wasn't particularly entertaining either. There were many better war movies made in those days -- even some fairly crappy ones were better than this.
This series of pitched battles over a forward airbase, hurriedly cleared by Imperial troops in the jungles of the Solomon Islands, and seized by the USA, resulted in massive losses of irreplacable troops and ordinance on the Japanese side, but practical training, hard-won intelligence, and successful templates for amphibious assaults on the Allied side -- but the back-and-forth took most of a year, and the US could have been defeated at several junctures, before its industrial might was fully mobilized.
The miracle of Midway loomed large, since a sudden lack of aircraft carriers provoked the Japanese attempt to extend the reach of their ground-based planes -- nobody guessed that America's methodical response would eventually doom the whole Empire.

I also caught parts of two Doris Day films in the morning -- a very early effort from the year I was born called My Dream Is Yours. It was pretty bad, although Bugs Bunny made an appearence, and Eve Arden was her always-excellent self. TCM also showed Girl In The Glass Bottomed Boat (1966) -- Doris Day was 42 years old, and no girl. She had a grown son who was producing first-rate albums for Columbia Records. Whomever produced this flick made it a peep show featuring undignified glimpses of her unclothed body. (Hopefully using a stunt double at crucial moments.) Her movie career was starting to fall apart because of changing times and bad management decisions. She had earlier stepped into Marilyn Monroe's final role in a dreadful remake of My Favorite Wife.

Doris Day in her mermaid costume from The Glass Bottomed Boat. To be fair, she was in excellent physical shape, and looked strong, vital, and healthy, whatever they made her wear. This insensitive, sexist movie was more victimization than comedy. The knockabout humor was sub-slapstick, and the jokes were too humiliating to be fun. Despite Doris Day's bad experiences as censorship faded, my generation was capable of accepting "older women" as "sex symbols." Carol Baker, Angie Dickenson, and Anne Bancroft come to mind. Jayne Mansfield was well-known, and would have had more popular success if her movies hadn't been so exploitive and bad. Mitzi Gaynor, Julie Newmar, and Cyd Charisse were on TV just enough for us to know they were around -- but the nightclub scene where they thrived withered as the 60's ended.
The movie-going public included millions of teenagers like myself who had grown up seeing Doris Day as a star from our moms' generation. The more discerning of us knew her as a fine singer, but her style of Pop was passe in 1966. (I grew to defend her fabulous music, and still do!)
Most importantly for our drive-in demographic, the LAST thing we wanted to see on our movie screens were nude and semi-nude pictures of our MOMS -- especially a mom who had projected such a sugary image over the years. Boat was sold as a supposed spy flick, and Doris Day as Honor Blackman seemed embarassingly wrong.

Exhibit A1 -- Honor Blackman circa 1966
My favorite of all of 007's female co-stars. Some actresses were better than others at being comfortable in their skin.