I turn up new Lloyd treasures every day, just when I'm sure I'm at the bottom of the chest. Here he is looking upon a very young Rich Correll (now a Hollywood polymath and living Lloyd encyclopedia) with a kind of proud fatherly tenderness. What a face the man had as he got older, the kind eyes. And he just kept on being good-looking, like he was always good-looking, but not vain about it. What it must have been like to live in those times! Bittersweet, for Harold's own son had serious problems that were not easy to mend.. Life splashes blue on so many things, it would seem, but can our tears somehow wash it all away?
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