Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Sadly, we just found out in an obituary from The Washington Post that Sean Connery, the great Scottish actor, has passed away at age 90 in Lyford Cay, The Bahamas, where he had been living for the past few years. We grew up with the suavely macho image of the British MI6 agent 007, who could effortlessly get rid of a tough Spectre agent in a hotel room and then go to the lounge to share a martini (shaken, not stirred) with a beautiful lady. We remember that great scene in Dr. No (1962) when a beautiful woman asked him his name to endorse him a check at a casino table and, manipulating a golden lighter for his cigarette, he suavely muttered:

“Bond…James Bond.”

Thank you very much for giving us so many exciting moments in your prolific actor’s career with 60 feature films. We also remember the nice impersonations of an Irish cop in The Untouchables, of a defecting Soviet submarine commander in The Hunt for Red October and the eccentric father of Indiana Jones in the Raiders of the Lost Ark. According to John Cork and James Scivally in their book James Bond: the legacy, “his appeal comes not just from good looks, it comes from a particular confidence, a certainly within himself…a natural. authoritative grace, which was at once seductive and intimidating.”

Rest in peace, dear Sean. We have your memory in our retinas and in our minds. Thank you for your great legacy.

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

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