OK, this has nothing whatsoever to do with movies, but sometimes a blog is just a blog. This weekend I was reading the collected letters of E.B. White (I love reading other people’s mail) and came across this passage, written in 1923 when White was a young writer starting out his career (which would soon lead him to The New Yorker) at The Seattle Times. It seemed eerily precise:
We had a snowstorm a while ago. It wasn’t very much of a one, but Seattle thought it was terrible. It was the worst blizzard in seven years, and all the streetcar lines were dead for three days. Employees of the Times were billeted in downtown hotels, and it was very dramatic. If it had been in any eastern city, nobody would have known that it was snowing. But out here, people take the weather seriously.
Back to movie news momentarily. But nice, I guess, to know that things haven’t changed much in 86 years.