A recommendation: Doc, by Mary Doria Russell. A great writer, a great story, a great character.
Crudely Wrottsays
Ain’t them bloobahs?
A lifetime ago my grandmother would walk the trails up Mt. Bet and find blueberries. On her way back down she would tie paper napkins along the way so that us young ones could go and pick and sample.
A phrase of hers will alway stay with me:
“Follow the napkin trail.”
Akira MacKenziesays
“Why Johnny Ringo, looks like somebody walked over your grave.”
While Kilmer may be a arrogant ass, he is the definitive Doc.
“Say when…”
lesherbsays
I always confuse the 2 movies and have to peek at the cast. I’ll sit through the movie just to listen to Kilmer’s warm molasses drawl and melt into my chair. This coming from a person who is easily irritated by a southern accent.
gogsays
The only Doc Holliday I know is a seedy night club in Amarillo.
gogsays
Uh, no pun intended.
satanaugustinesays
“Why Johnny Ringo, looks like somebody walked over your grave.”
While Kilmer may be a arrogant ass, he is the definitive Doc.
“Say when…”
Logged in just to like this comment. Love that moment in the film.
busterggisays
Anyone who says Doc didn’t say it is a lying Huckleberry Hound.
sherylyoungsays
I live near Doc Holliday’s grave. It’s one of those “must-see” places when friends come to visit. Doc Holliday died in Glenwood Springs, CO of “Consumption”, likely TB.
Doc Holliday’s Tavern (in name only) has a beautiful neon sign and is always a fun bar to visit.
David Marjanovićsays
So these are huckleberries. :-) I didn’t know; there’s no such thing in Europe.
weatherwaxsays
Shows my ignorance. I’d always assumed he borrowed the line from Huckleberry Finn. And since I never finished Huckleberry Finn I didn’t know if it was in there or not.
raymoscowsays
Bilberries are the European equivalent. I’m not sure who would be our Doc Holliday equivalent.
Looks like my back yard. Nearly half of our property is filled with evergreen huckleberries. They make a wonderful jam.
Recently I discovered Doc Holliday had a good claim to the nickname “Doc.” He was a dentist.
A recommendation: Doc, by Mary Doria Russell. A great writer, a great story, a great character.
Ain’t them bloobahs?
A lifetime ago my grandmother would walk the trails up Mt. Bet and find blueberries. On her way back down she would tie paper napkins along the way so that us young ones could go and pick and sample.
A phrase of hers will alway stay with me:
“Follow the napkin trail.”
“Why Johnny Ringo, looks like somebody walked over your grave.”
While Kilmer may be a arrogant ass, he is the definitive Doc.
“Say when…”
I always confuse the 2 movies and have to peek at the cast. I’ll sit through the movie just to listen to Kilmer’s warm molasses drawl and melt into my chair. This coming from a person who is easily irritated by a southern accent.
The only Doc Holliday I know is a seedy night club in Amarillo.
Uh, no pun intended.
Logged in just to like this comment. Love that moment in the film.
Anyone who says Doc didn’t say it is a lying Huckleberry Hound.
I live near Doc Holliday’s grave. It’s one of those “must-see” places when friends come to visit. Doc Holliday died in Glenwood Springs, CO of “Consumption”, likely TB.
Doc Holliday’s Tavern (in name only) has a beautiful neon sign and is always a fun bar to visit.
So these are huckleberries. :-) I didn’t know; there’s no such thing in Europe.
Shows my ignorance. I’d always assumed he borrowed the line from Huckleberry Finn. And since I never finished Huckleberry Finn I didn’t know if it was in there or not.
Bilberries are the European equivalent. I’m not sure who would be our Doc Holliday equivalent.