- Morrow: Pal, look, how would you like to go on a real old-fashioned binge?
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- Deeds: Binge?
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- Morrow: Yeah, I mean the real McCoy. Listen, you play saloon with me and I’ll introduce you to every wit, nitwit, and half-wit in New York. We’ll go on a twister that’ll make Omar the soused philosopher of Persia look like an anemic on a goat’s milk diet!
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- Deeds: Well, I guess that oughtta be fun.
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- Morrow: Fun? Listen, I’ll take you on a bender that will live in your memory as a thing of beauty and a joy forever!
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- Mr. Deeds Goes to Town, script by Robert Riskin, directed by Frank Capra
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- The New Year approaches… I have a confession to make. Now that I’m in my fifth decade and The Kid is away at school across the ocean, I expect I will be snug in bed at midnight, stir when I hear distant voices, horns, and firecrackers; then go back to snoozing.
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- It was not always so.
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- There are glimmers of New Years of my childhood. The license to stay up past midnight. Often the presence of my older siblings, home from college with friends in tow. I do remember the length of hair being a big topic, but only for the young men. There were parties that I remember fragments of, and of those mostly of flashes of color, and very little content. The blonde in a white gown with bright red lipstick. The man in a saffron and tangerine Nehru jacket at the piano — explaining something about Cole Porter to a bedazzled ten year-old who didn’t have a clue what he was talking about — but was thrilled to be able to perch by his side.
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- In college the transition from Old Year to New Year took on a different tone, anticipatory, replete with machinations, something to do with the drive of romance and who I would be kissing at midnight.
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- In the early years of my marriage I remember the sensations of New Year’s, from the first tiny tin of caviar we bought and the taste of sea on my tongue to the wash of champagne that followed. I know now part of that sparkle of the moment had to do with novelty, love, and time. It can’t be replicated, but it can be evoked.
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- Resolutions? I’ve never made them, they’re not in my nature. To paraphrase Mr. Riskin: life is a bender. Memory is temperance, without experience of excess how can it be a joy forever?
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- Wishing you the best in 2015, Vickie
