(I had another post which evaporated) Imagine that when you open this there's a quick time movie of me standing and kicking my feet back while I'm singing the title of my blog. This may never actually materialize (as I'm not very good at reading or following directions) here so imagine it. The post before the That Time quote was about Samuel Beckett who alway claimed this date as his venerable birthday, which, because of bad records, may have been accurate, or not. He's an overwhelming fiction writer who was born in Ireland and hightailed it to Paris and lived happily ever after writing the likes of That Time, a short play for three voices.