"Yankee Doodle Dandy" and me.

The cat is one we're seen before. Very friendly but some one doesn't take very good care of him. His collar shows no name. His fur is all matted. He seems healthy but the fur on his flanks is badly matted. The poor guy fur had dew on his back this morning so I suppose he spent the night out.
Yesterday I watched the annual movie showing on TV of "Yankee Doodle Dandy". Jimmy Cagney in all his glory not shoving a grapefruit in some molls face but singing and dancing. "Mary", "45 Minutes from Broadway", "It's a Grand Old Flag"and all the other toe tapping songs. One hit after another. Bless your heart George M. Cohan wherever you are. Cagney could sing and dance better than any gangster role he made famous. It's a Grand Old Movie with a genuine movie star. They don't make them like that any more.
I've started re-reading the book by Leonard Susskind about his 'battle' with Stephen Hawking about information and black holes. Susskind was born in the Bronx in New York, another brilliant New Yorker. It must have been something in the water. At age 16 he made a living doing plumbing. That hands on work surely contributed to his down-to-earth approach to physics. He is after all one of the founders of String Theory.
A first class physicist who was a plumber is proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick