There is nothing more gratifying than having a post resonant with a reader. Thank you for your heartfelt comments.

Thanks for Audrey, too. I had a crush on her when I was growing up, and the “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” video brought it all back. There is a story that after viewing a rough cut of the film one of the studio execs said to cut the song. Fortunately, wiser (or more perceptive) heads prevailed, so this evening I can kick back with a cocktail and listen to Audrey sing Moon River.

I believe I have an RSS feed, but I’m hopeless on these matters. Let me make a few inquiries. If any enterprising and kind-hearted reader would care to intervene and
help the marginally challenged errant aesthete out, it would be most appreciated.

I must admit, my own affection for the south increased tenfold in doing this post on Mercer. He was such an exquisite wordsmith. It is a rare gift, indeed, to have that versatility with words. And the memories the words evoked … as mentioned in Moon River. The idea that the actual river was little more than a stream, but to a young boy, it would appear “wider than a mile,” well, it’s just poetic. I read somewhere that his lyrics are filled with down-home turns of phrase, train whistles and bird calls. Especially for a time and place described as “a slow, kind of easy, genteel demeanor that people just grow up with.” Like your parents no doubt.

And a heartfelt yes on the mindless beauty of Rita and Fred.