I've made no secret of the fact that part of my attraction to Henry Ian Cusick is that he reminds me so much of my father. My father would have been about Ian's age when I was 8. My father wasn't much of a crossword doer, but he was addicted to a word puzzle called Jumble that appeared in the newspaper every day. Here and below, Ian looks like my dad would have, sitting across the den from me, doing his daily puzzle.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
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