Once upon a time in the west

​There was a good story about a flight to New York when lighting hit the plane in the air. Bono, the one of U2 fame, got up and walked to Claudia Cardinale, who was sitting not far.
“God just took a picture of you,” he said.
 
And he was right, because it was so worth it.
 
CC is a great actress and a beautiful woman; she was in 142 movies so far. 
Truly Italian in looks, character and temperament, still sweet after all these years (she started her career in 1958).
I have a weak spot as a man and as an art lover.
 
Now to the movie from the title of this essay.
 
“When you hear a strange sound,” Charles Bronson said to her in the scene by the well, “you drop to the ground.” 
“Like how,” she asked.
“Like that” he dropped a cup of cold water. 
And after the ordeal was over, she realized – “he can not only play the harmonica, he can shoot too.” 
And she was the only woman in the movie full of rough men and she made an impression on everyone. 
 
Here is another great line from this movie:
“Your friends have a high mortality rate, Frank.”
He looked and the Harmonica man, finally starting to be afraid.
It took him a while to say it:
“And you’re making the appointments…”
 
Charles Bronson was a Lithuanian-American actor, born Charles Dennis Buchinsky, and he learned to speak English when he was a teenager; before that, he spoke Lithuanian and Russian, which are close languages, and as a Polish guy I can understand them both pretty well.  Small world.
When Bronson was 10 years old, his father died and he went to work in the coal mines.
He said later that his life was tougher than the characters he played.
 
My move to the wild West happened a long time ago and I consider Toronto home ever since. It’s a great place to be, North America - land of the free. Nothing beats it.
So much different than Europe.
Which is why Sergio Leone went to America to deliver his life performance, as did Roman Polanski with “Chinatown”. 
Milos Forman came here too, to make his “Amadeus”.
 
For a while I was not sure how my European affair is going to play out, but sitting on a fence it’s a dangerous course, you could even catch a bullet from the peace-keeping force (Dire Straits song). 
So, I am going to take a 777 across the ocean and ride my big motorcycle there until the snow stops me. I’ll be in the big wide North typing my next essay. 
 
Man’s got to know his limitations, but they appear in the body, not in the mind. 
The mind is stronger - I went to hell and back lately, but I am back, so it appears that the devil loves his children.  One of them is me.
I may be around for a while longer, writing more essays.
 
Let’s get back to thinking about women - they make the life worth living. 
Screw the recent diversity theme in the press, like, were we all just born yesterday? 
Who just woke up? 
Don’t teach me what I already know.
Women are sweet, and loving and smart and I don’t need a policy, official Communiqué,
to tell me that. 
It’s in my blood, I am not a lonely man.
 
Claudia C. and Catherine Deneuve are charming women from times gone by.
I may be old fashioned and I enjoy a great old wine too, plus a vintage Ford Mustang, all done up. And I like my music slow and strong. 
Take that from an Eastern man.