My wife spent the day with her dad.  They start getting "the fever" this time of year---specifically, "Bow Season Fever".  They like to tweak their bows, even though they've apparently got them working perfectly.

While my tone may seem condescending, I'm really glad she has such a hobby that she can share with her dad, brother, and brother-in-law.  I actually take the opportunity to endulge in bachelor-type things. I watched a couple lowbrow classics, "Swingers" and "Mallrats".  Then I topped the day off by sitting on the front porch listening to "Big Bad Voodoo Daddy", smoking a new mystery cigar courtesy of "The Black Band Project" which turned out to be a Camacho Conneticut accompanied by real absinthe.  A wonderful combination.  Then, after about 8 hours, I started missing my wife.  Right about that time, she came home.  Pretty good day.

Writer, director, producer, John Hughes died of an apparent heart attack today while taking his morning walk.  This is devastating to me.  Being a child of the 80's, I have to say that I've been impacted by works of this great man in a not-so-small way.  I'm not alone in this sentiment.  This man was an icon in the truest sence.  His movies---to this day---continue to evoke emotions within me, and the themes that he portrayed on film maintain their relevance today.  He had an inate ability to channel the essence of the American teenager condition both from the male and female perspectives.  More importantly, he did all this with humor while maintaining sensitivity to the subjects.  Just off the top of my head, in my own video library, I find The Breakfast Club, Planes Trains and Automobiles, Uncle Buck, Sixteen Candles, and Ferris Bueller's Day Off.  There are many, many more.  Mr. Hughes, you will be missed.