I never met him. So I could care only slightly less. He was an actor.

Speaking of actors, my mother met Henry Fonda, and had several interactions with him. She was working in her uncle's dry cleaning business in Jackson while Fonda was filming "Spencer's Mountain." Fonda dropped off and picked up his own laundry. Again, I don't care, but she did.

This fascination with (((celebrities))) is one of the reasons the world is so broken. They lie and pretend, and we reward them with wealth, notoriety, fame, and influence.

My kids make up stories and act them out daily. Obviously POTUS material.

I belong on eroding granite, among the pines.