No Country For Old Men

Moss set the case in the booth and eased himself in after it. He lifted the menu from the wire rack where it stood along with the mustard and ketchup. She scooted into the booth oposite. He didn't look up. What are you havin, he said.

I don't know. I aint looked at the menu.

He spun the menu around and slid it in front of her and turned and looked for the waitress.

What are you? the girl said.

What am I havin?

No. What are you. Are you a character?

He studied her. The only people I know that know what a character is, he said, is other characters.

I might be a fellow traveler.

Fellow traveler.

Yeah.

Well, you are now.


by Cormac McCarthy
photo by William Eggleston

Lesson Learned

Never drop a microphone while singing karaoke at bar in New York. The DJ gets really mad and then the bouncers come and take you outside.

The Darjeeling Limited

My Next Documentary

I'm now in the planning stages of my next documentary about Lester Roloff, a man who ran children's homes around South Texas from 1954 to 1982. It's a little too soon to start discussing the project, but as of now I'm calling it Roloff's Pier, after the name of one of the homes located on a house boat in the Laguna Madre.

On another note, I had to work a little with the sound on Austin Hwy, so production of the DVD's is still in the works. But I plan to have them ready by the middle of next week. Sorry about that.

New Cormac McCarthy/Cohen Brothers Movie