I'd like to apologize to regular 'Gunslinger' habitues for my dearth of posts recently. It has not been from an absence of desire on my part, believe me; more the result of time-consuming circumstance beyond the control of all mortals (even those who don't visit this blog).
I'd also like to apologize, this time in advance, for what promises to be an even greater period of absence in the coming weeks. My father passed away today; and while a part of me wishes it had been anyone else, I'm even more glad that he's finally free of the raft of illnesses which overtook his being in the last six weeks like the most merciless sundown that ever was. He and I had more than our share of differences over the decades . . . much more than our share (a life submerged in Cinema being, to him, a life squandered) . . . but in the last two years we managed to repair all the damage he and (mostly) I had inflicted. I just wish that could have gone on longer. It wasn't enough time.
So why am I telling you all of this? Because due to this and other circumstances of a far more benign nature, my time will not be my own for the next 4-5 weeks, and that means no time for 'Gunslinger'. Sure, it's conceivable that I could steal the odd minute or two (or three) and get back to infrequent bidness here, but in the event I'm unable to . . . well . . . now you know the reason why.
Let me take this opportunity to wish you all, you and yours and my co-conspirators here, the happiest of holidays.