R.I.P. Mr. Lee
Those following my mind droppings know I really don't do the celebrity thing. The word has been denegrated over the past three decades, especially in the era of not so real reality T.V. But there are still a few people left that embody the true meaning of deserved iconic status and a celebration of the person's life and artistry. Christopher Lee died at the age of 93 this past Sunday. His wife of 54 years delayed release of the news to have time to notify their relatives. When I think of Christopher Lee I can't help but smile. I grew up watching the Hammer Studios horror films and couldn't get enough of Lee, Peter Cushing and Vincent Price. When Lee stared at you as Dracula you knew you were in trouble, he didn't even have to speak and quite often did not. He was my favorite Bond villain, Francisco Scaramanga, the man with the golden gun, "his eye may be on you or me, who will he burn?" In the 21st century Lee's career had a remarkable resurgence, t...