Yesterday I was hobbling about the Promenade, spending time at book stores and Starbucks, sitting in the sun, checking out the incredibly beautiful women Southern California is heir to.
This is how I discovered the rarest of diamonds amidst the privations of T.E. Lawrence’s desert sands and Yuri Zhivago’s Soviet snowdrifts. I found the “Holy Grail” of cinematic rarity, Let Me Count the Ways.
After finishing the illustrations for Sleepers Awake! I started to have a funny feeling that I had heard the name T. Simm before, a very long time ago.