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I watched “the United States vs Billie Holiday” on Sunday night. Along with another movie, with Queen Latifah and Steve Martin, “Bringing Down the House.”

on Saturday Night Night I also stayed up late watching the biographical film about Bob Dylan after watching two other films.

the Bob Dylan movie thrilled me to the core. It was the kind of thing the wart-mole person could never go to. That plank in my life is finally subsided leaving me in a good place in my heart, soul, and mind. For instance, I couldn’t do cartwheels. Weird things like that. Now my back and hip are healing from old pinched nerves through the steady application of Tylenol and Naproxen to the pain cycles.

I always used to yen to be living in the 60’s never to be able to go there. Even in my heart. For instance Woodstock. Here I am at age 63 bumping up with the two strangely beautiful uncanny beings in my soul the way others do where before I couldn’t connect.

I so admired Ghandi and Martin Luther King Jr. and wanted to be like that. But was just a silly little English girl.