Bogart Generations
by Fred Osuna
Great Uncle did stunts in silents and shot a man in a cowboy one-reeler, then vanished to the hills like Roy Earle in High Sierra.
His nephew, my father, could quote all of Fred C. Dobbs' lines and shared his suspicious tendencies. Perhaps it was genetic.
Dad called him Hobart Humphrey. I'd say “You dirty rat!” Then we'd watch Treasure of the Sierra Madre and he'd set me straight.
The younger of my sisters doesn't look like Bogart, but she does bear a resemblance to Debra Winger, minus the raspy laugh.
Now when I see Bogie wince that way, I reflexively grimace. I fear it's all over my face, but they tell me it doesn't show.
His nephew, my father, could quote all of Fred C. Dobbs' lines and shared his suspicious tendencies. Perhaps it was genetic.
Dad called him Hobart Humphrey. I'd say “You dirty rat!” Then we'd watch Treasure of the Sierra Madre and he'd set me straight.
The younger of my sisters doesn't look like Bogart, but she does bear a resemblance to Debra Winger, minus the raspy laugh.
Now when I see Bogie wince that way, I reflexively grimace. I fear it's all over my face, but they tell me it doesn't show.
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Author's Note
Most of this is true, especially the part about Humphrey Bogart's wince.
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Fred--I loved this as a #cnftweet. I love seeing it all together here. The voice is wonderful. And the details speak for themselves. Have you looked at it as a paragraph of block of text? The numbers kind of get in my way--not sure why. I have nothing against Roman numerals :) Anyway. It's a great story. There's a group here called Fictionot btw.
For your comfort, Jane. I agree with you about the Roman numerals, now that they're gone.
I do like this better--it's just cleaner. And I meant to add my *
Bogart fan and fan of this.