The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

They Were an Item #110

Ida Lupino and Howard Duff


Mr DeBakey said...

Why look!
Its an ad for Wild Root Cream Oil.
Its that non-alcoholic cream oil I've heard so much about.

The choice of men and women and children too.

Loyolalaw98 said...

This photo was probably taken in her house on Old Oak Lane in Brentwood. She lived there until her "retirement" in 1984. I never read how she set her mailbox on fire, but she did.