I was in high school when the film Goldfinger was released. I saw it and then saw Dr. No and From Russia with Love, back-to-back. I became obsessed with everything BOND. I read all 12 of Ian Fleming’s novels and 2 collections of his short stories all in one semester in study hall. I held the paperbacks inside a textbook to throw off the presiding teachers. I’ll admit something now for the first time publicly. I went so far as to have my always co-conspiring grandmother, a great seamstress, make me a blue terry cloth swim cover-up like Sean Connery wore at the Fontainebleau.
Ian Fleming and his semi-autobiographic British agent have since been part of the background of my life story. Like most fans, I’m more than a little concerned that Jeff Bezos has bought the rights to all content. It may have something to do with his personal taste and style.
Then again, I just may be envious that I couldn’t buy it. I think the next film should be a period piece set in the sixties. I’ll get back to Mr. Bond in a few minutes but let me digress.
I plan on traveling overseas this fall. This morning, I went to the DMV to acquire a “Real ID.” I produced all the required identification. I’ll admit, it was all rather painless. I also needed to renew my passport, so it was off to the post office. Next chore was to trade-in my iPhone. I had to show my driver’s license. Next, I went to the bank to make a deposit. Again, I needed to show my I.D. I politely told the teller that if anyone came into the bank wanting to make a deposit in my account, it was ok with me if they just deposit it even if they didn’t have ID. She smiled.
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