Dinner was lamb stew.
Saw Charlie Chaplin's The Kid at the Cinematheque, for the third time. It still brings me to tears. They also showed The Pilgrim, where he plays an escaped convict masquerading as a preacher.
I've just about finished reading a pile of thirty Menomonee Falls Gazette issues. Steve Canyon is lame, but Mary Perkins On Stage is well written.
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