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I enjoyed TV’s “Dark Winds” featuring Navajo Nation policemen Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee. The streaming show is based on Tony Hillerman’s novels, a few of which I have read and enjoyed. Hillerman said that he was indebted to British-born Australian novelist Arthur W. Upfield, a name unfamiliar to me. Upfield’s mysteries featured a “half-caste” Aboriginal-Australian detective who was found in his dead mother’s arms shortly after birth. Raised in a Christian orphanage, he is given the name Napoleon Bonaparte but nicknamed Bony. I decided to try Upfield. I could not find the first in the series at my libraries, The Barrakee Mystery (1929), but I did manage to get the second one, The Sands of Windee (1931). It was outstanding. I now understand Hillerman’s praise. Upfield and Bony should not be lost in the sands of time.

I miss some things from my previous neighborhood. At this time of year, the local movie theater played Oscar-Nominated Live Action Shorts and Oscar-Nominated Animated Shorts in separate programs. I tried to see them before the awards and make my own judgments about which should win. The live action movies are always well made with excellent production values. The credits seem just as long as for a full-length movie. I wonder each year who the audience is for these shorts. I am not aware that such shorts are shown commercially, or at least not often enough to recoup the amount of money that it must take to make them. Almost uniformly the five or so films are interesting, often with innovative stories. There is, however, one problem with the programs. I used to see movie shorts as a kid, sometimes in a theater as an interlude between the double feature. More often, though, I saw them on TV as local stations tried to find content to fill out their airtime. Often they were, or at least meant to be, humorous, such as instructional videos by Robert Benchley or “The Fatal Glass of Beer,” featuring W.C. Fields. (Everyone should see “The Fatal Glass” at least several times in their life.) Humor, however, in the nominated live action shorts is in short supply. I guess to be nominated a film must be serious business. Although there might be a quirky film, most explored grief, tragedy, abortion restrictions, teenage suicide, and so on. Almost all were remarkably good in writing, directing, and acting. They were affecting—so much so, that I often had troubled sleep the night after I went to the theater. The animated shorts were often the reverse—mostly light and humorous but with an occasional dark one. One year, before the final animated short was shown, a theater manager came out and said that all children should be taken out of the auditorium. The film was too disturbing for the youngsters. He was right. It had graphic nudity and graphic violence. This year I have only seen one of the nominated films, a live action movie that was shown on Netflix entitled “Singers.” It was both dark and uplifting…an interesting combination.

There are movements to get rid of daylight savings time, although proposals differ. Some want to return to God’s time when at noon the sun is overhead. Others want to have permanent daylight savings time without the twice-yearly shift. (No more Spring forward, Fall back.)  But what we should really remember is what a wise person said: “The best way to save daylight is to use it.”

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A recent survey showed that the majority of Americans in forty-nine states (with Vermont being the exception) would fail—not even get a D—answering U.S. citizenship test questions. Another reason to support immigration: The naturalized immigrant knows more than the native-born citizen. Is it surprising to you that the most solid red states scored lowest?

 

Why does the Academy Awards have separate male and female acting categories? Isn’t good acting good acting no matter the gender of the performer?  Should the Academy also give gender-based awards for directing and writing?

 

“He knew the story because he had heard it said that really there are only two kinds: one in which a hero goes on a journey, the other in which a stranger comes to town.” Kevin Powers, A Shout in the Ruins.

 

The open satchel carried by the middle-aged man was filled. I spied a top hat and a Miss Piggy wig with luxurious hair. I wondered. . . .

 

The appraiser on the Antiques Roadshow stated that the item came from “circa about” 1906.  Surely, she should have known better.

 

I was on a park bench. Off to my left a man was ranting. Police were around the apparently mentally ill person dealing with him patiently. On the next park bench to my right were people who panhandled in the park and seemed to know the ranter. One of the them looked at the police, saw a blonde woman, and said, “Look at her. She doesn’t look like a cop. Why did she become a cop? She should have been, uh, uh, uh, a chemist, or something.”

 

I was sitting with David, a 68-year-old with a childlike mind, who had been convicted of a double homicide in Florida. The jury had determined that he should be executed. We sat next to each other waiting for a post-trial hearing to start. I had played only a minor role in the case, but he smiled and seemed pleased to see me. He started joking with me, as he had done during the trial, and wanted to make sure my tie was of high quality. I asked how he was being treated, and he said fine, except that right after the verdict he was put in isolation and had to wear a straitjacket for a few days. During the subsequent court hearing, he got upset, and I had to calm him down. When the hearing concluded, and he was about to be led out of the courtroom, I told him that at the end of the week I was going back to New York indicating that I would not see him again. He said, “Have a safe trip.” Then after a beat he smiled and said, “I wish I were going with you.”

 

“She did not recall how they had agreed that one can be anything but dead, that the two words together created an antimony.” Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky.