Come home, baby. Homecoming.
Where is that home? That place within our realm we can actually think of as home?
40 years of home-ing with Frances.
40 years ago our home was in Lahaina, Maui--A box-like condo apartment on the beach. We went to work every day with Geraldine Chaplin and Charlton Heston under the direction of Tommy Gries. Should we get married? Lois Sloan sent Frances the dress and the rest was history. My best man, Bob Feigel, was in jail on the other side of the Banyan Tree. John Wittenburgh stood in. Alice was there, Cathy, too.
So, 40 years later to celebrate we went to another island. British Isles. Scotland. Speyside. River Spey. Inverness to Elgin to Buckie, and from Buckie it was walking up the Spey...Fochabers; Craigellachie; Dufftown; Aberlour; Ballindalloch; Grantown-on-Spey; Nethy Bridge; Boat of Garten; Aviemore.
You can't make this stuff up.
These towns and the walk in between are now part of our 'home.'
"Whisky Walk." Which distilleries did we visit/see? Uh...Balvenie, Glenfiddich, Glenlivet; Cragganmore, Macallan, Aberlour, Dewars, Carron, Tomintoul, Knockando...
Home.
Where the heart is, baby. For 40 years. Where has that heart been?
Topanga Beach. Lahaina, Maui. Hollywood. Malibu. Bergamo, Italy. San Francisco. Venice. Sleepy Hollow. La Jolla. Santa Barbara. Sausalito.
Home.
I'm going home.
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