Tag Archives: Bogart

Noir-vu

His fedora, brim pulled low above five o’clock shadow framed in the up-turned collar of a shabby trench coat made me giggle, even though the cleft beneath that stubbled jaw triggered a tiny flutter in my you-know-what.   He seemed … Continue reading

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Here’s Looking At You, Kid

I first saw “Casablanca” in tiny dive in Georgetown in the 1960’s.  Forerunner to today’s “Movie Taverns,” it was a little hole in the wall that served popcorn and beer at café tables in a small black-painted room with a … Continue reading

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