From a reader: "I could probably listen to the same song
for five hours, but 'Dancing Queen?!?'" Steve's 238 Miles.
"In 1932, a rising writer from Mississippi found himself amid the bright lights and dry heat of Tinseltown, at the start of what would become a lengthy dalliance with the screenwriting biz. In the wilds of L.A., Faulkner met movie stars, found a bourbon haunt, chased true love, and tried to stay sane in a place that often seemed very far from home." Be sure to check the photos too. -ms.04.04.14 #
A post from the daily flow of linkage called Fresh Signals, at Coudal.com.