The boy you see to the left here was named River Phoenix, an American film actor who died at the age of twenty-three, in 1993.
River was a beautiful young man, but a troubled soul. His hippie-like parents raised him in Micanopy, FL, a short distance from the University of Florida, where I attended school as an undergraduate for four years.
I never met River, but I understand he was a kind person, albeit unstable emotionally. He was nominated for an Oscar for Best Supporting Actor for his role in the film Running on Empty. His drug problems eventually resulted in his untimely death, a truly sad development.
I often wonder what would have happened to River had he not died so early in life. I suspect he would have appeared in many more films. Because of his androgynous appearance, and his like of romantic involvement with women, people have often speculated that River might have been gay. Whether or not he was, I don’t know. But twenty-three years after his death, I still keep a small photo of River on a shelf in my bathroom’s medicine cabinet.
It’s a beautiful fall day, here on the island. After attending a nice Halloween party last night, we got home rather late, and thus we slept in this morning. I plan to re-pot a few plants that have outgrown their present containers. I’ll probably take a three-mile walk on the beach after lunch. I need to visit the wine market, and then I’ll take a two-mile run around four PM. All-in-all a relaxing day for Martin.
Have a nice Sunday, everyone.