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Work tonight went well. Had a quick chat with boss Josh after finding a email from Tammy to everyone about not reading the Sex Offender Registry at work. Josh felt Bob and I handled the situation (mostly) discreetly but apparently others amongst us went on a search and find spree to see how many drivers had records. I was somewhat startled the calltakers knew more then three drivers by name but that's the snob in me coming out. Josh is convinced and I suspect that there's a personal vendetta going on re Driver X (however much I pointed out there was substance in the accusation that forced it to be reported under the most humane methods possible. Josh implied the history may well be v-e-r-y old. Agreed again and just an example of our sins will find you out as I have a scar or two myself to keep the Pharisee chip on the shoulder in line. This will probably come to nought. I had my suspicions Saturday because of the mathematical odds of a lady remembering a nondescript guy from a web site that should never be read for entertainment value.

End of topic.

And now the change of mind subject. There are a few things that I have made up my mind about and have NEVER seen a reason to change. One the Bible is true and can be trusted and ought not to be 'played' with when studying--it will lead to trouble.

James Bond books are a slow slog to read thru--the movies a delight.

Superman vs. Batman--always bet on Bats. He's willing to fight dirty to win, Supes can't bring himself to do that.

Rhett Butler is never coming back to Scarett. NEVER.

Until two days ago.

I first read Gone with The Wind at about age 15 or 16 in a 11 day period. At the time being over 1,000 pages long I was more interested in this reading accomplishment then anything else. But as I progressed I was constantly changing my mind about Scarlett. Started hating her in the beginning--she was like every young lady that looked past me and thought my brother Bob was a god. But as anyone who's read it you see her grow and change and do my favorite thing of three steps forward two back. Personally I never saw the power owning Tara had on her but I shamefully confess I was totally suckered by Ashley and believed in him as Scarlett did. Rhett was that daring rogue Zorro type that added spice to things. Erroll Flynn to Gregory Peck if I may. When Ashley falls from the pedestel I saw myself in him with all the vain pretensions and fancy airs of nobility that really summed up --third last to be picked for the team live with it and howshallow he is.

As the book progressed I did find myself hoping Scarlett and Rhett would work it out but at the end I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she had burned his soul out and he was NEVER coming back. He was a shadow of the man he had been and she had killed his spirit--losing the daughter being the final straw.

I have maintained this belief for almost 40 years and never saw no reason to change.

But--

Checked TCM channel the other night and the last half hour of Gone with the Wind was playing. Now I had seen the movie only once from start to finish at a theater at Castle AFB , California so its 1970 or so and I will vouch it is very faithful to the novel--if only a good Tarzan movie could be so done and don't bug me about Lord Greystoke--Jane is blond darn it so there. Pull back--back on track. Watched snips here and there over the years but with all the drama lately I sat back Sunday night and thought I would see the famous last scene with Rhett and Scarlett and for the life of me couldn't quite remember how it went from there other then a prelude to a little orphan Annie song routine--tomorrow is another day sun come up etc etc.

I watched Vivian Leigh's quiet protrayal of a fully awakened Scarlett seeing the world for the first time and all the possibilities and the brain cells whispered "She'll get him, she'll get him back."

I remembered my one maxim about ladies--they have all the power just sometimes forget how to use it. Then I knew. Rhett has a bright future ahead.

I feel a small weight lift from the shoulders and the world is brighter.

With hope.

But that idiot Ivanhoe should have married Rebecca and that remains a literary sin --social conditions bah humbug.