Next week will mark the 76th anniversary of Dillinger's death, and I hope by the time we reach that milestone, I'll have finished the very first PE fic I ever started . . . sometimes a deadline is the only thing that works with me!
The other day I mentioned to Charlie how troubled I was as a kid when I read about Dillinger's death. I remember reading and thinking that he would continue to escape and escape and escape. The thought that he had finally been trapped and killed just floored me. I wish I still had the books that fascinated me then so I could relive what had turned him into such a hero for me. For once it wasn't a movie, because until Depp's performance, I never felt like anybody truly captured Dillinger . . . and as much as I love Johnny's Johnnie, maybe the ultimate portrayal is yet to come.