Some folks celebrate Dyngus Day. Others spend every October 6th blind drunk in Baltimore, declaiming The Raven to any and every unfortunate soul to cross their path. Others, truly inexplicably, perform mime.
But it is my tradition, begun 1962 at the Midland Theater’s Thanksgiving screening of Dr No, to catch the opening of every new Bond film. Looks like I don’t have too long to wait.
I know, I know; but hey! It’s not like I go log riding at the Onbashira Festival! 1