Before twitter there were fan letters: Dear Mr. Redford

November 12, 1973 Dear Bob  Mr. Redford,I just had to write to tell you how hot and sexy talented, I think you are.  Laura and I bickered over who was more desirable — Robert Redford or Clint Eastwood — with as much fervor as we girls once debated who our favorite Beatle was, Paul or John, George or Ringo. Laura's mother, tiny Corky, curled up in her easy chair with a ciggie and a cup of tea, pronounced both actors 'tall drinks of water'. This was so long before  water became such a desirable commodity that we actually had to buy it by the bottle, back in the seventies when water was still free even in the once desert lands of Los Angeles, that I never quite understood the praise. But yes, Redford could put his shoes under my bed any time, as our mothers might have said, mostly about men whose paths they would likely never cross. I had it so bad for Robert Redford after seeing The Way We Were ; wishing I were Barbara Streisand with her impossibly long eleg

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Above Ground on the London Underground-Day35: Trafalgar Square

My big brother Russell and me at Trafalgar Square. 1958

I’m taking a virtual walking tour ‘above ground’ on the London Underground. Using my Tube guide & my fitbit® device, my goal is to walk 10,000 steps a day roughly following along the Underground route, reporting back here on Fridays with my findings. Here are the days that came before. We're following the Piccadilly Line. This is Day 35.

I'm about five in this photograph making my brother about eight. The artistic type who was already drawing pictures of soldiers and battles, perhaps Russell knew who Lord Nelson was and why he had his own column. He majored in history at university, maybe his love of the subject began that day at the square—crowded with pigeons, covered with droppings—commemorating the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805. 

The battle was the kind of impressive and decisive British naval victory that would thrill any battle-loving little boy, the sounds of canons ringing through the smoke-filled air. On the 21st of October, 1805, Lord Nelson led 27 British ships into a fight off the coast of Cape Trafalgar, Spain, against a fleet of 33 French and Spanish ships. Not a single British ship—not a one—was lost, the Franco/Spanish fleet lost 22 ships. While Lord Nelson took a hit from a French musket during the battle, dying not long after, the event was a decisive victory in the Napoleonic Wars, crushing Napoleon's plans to invade England.

Those historical details were of little meaning to the children in the picture. While my brother looks fairly confident with his proximity to the pigeons swooping down upon the arm of the man in the photo, I'm cowering behind my big bro—always my protector—imagining the pigeons landing on my head, digging their claws into my scalp, tearing at my hair. Commemorating Britain ruling the waves, in those days the pigeons ruled the plaza. So much so that they deterred tourists from visiting Trafalgar.

In 2010, things began to change. The vendors who sold pigeon food were denied their permits and a couple of hawks were brought in to scare the pigeons off. Any seed that was scattered on the ground was vacuumed up! Lord Nelson's column was cleaned of decades of bird poop at a cost of £140,000! These days the pigeons—once numbering in the range of 30,000—are mostly gone. And those that you do see are left to fend for themselves. It's illegal to feed pigeons so if you go to Trafalgar Square remember, your stale breadcrumbs and leftover popcorn are not for the birds.

I haven't moved much this week, rambling around more in my head than in the square. 

Next week, let's visit the National Gallery. And see if I can get some more miles under my belt.


  1. I am pretty sure my mother took us to Trafalgar Square in 1960 when we went to visit my grandparents but don't think I have any photos. Must check.
    The pigeons were the highlight, we took my nephew there in 2005 and he loved them.

  2. Things have really changed, I can imagine it's a mess cleaning up after pigeons but I have to admit, I like feeding them too. Hope you are well.

  3. That's a lot of pigeons! I can see how they would be terrifying to a young child. I don't recall seeing any pigeons at all during our visit. I spent a fun hour on a Sunday morning taking photographs there:


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