It’s a day to lower your heads, ladies and gents. Hold each other’s hands and say comforting words to one another. Words like: “You can’t drown, you fool, you’re immortal!” or “Do you exshpect me to talk?!?” or “That’sh the Chicago way, and that’sh how you get Capone!” or “You’re the Man now, dawg!” After almost 50 years of cinematic genius (schinematic geniusch?), The Man is retiring.
Fortunately, the fruit of this retirement will be an autobiography to be released next fall. While I remain an advocate for the printed page, if The Man reads his own words for the audiobook, I’ll buy a dozen!
