On this final Monday of the month, a.k.a. Memorial Day, you might give a moment to ponder the birth of Dashiell Hammett 125 years ago, May 27, 1894.
Snuck up on me. One hundred-and-twenty-five years, gone, just like that.
Probably the easiest thing to do would be to watch The Maltese Falcon once again, or The Thin Man (or the Thin Man series for the binge-watchers in the crowd). Old time radio types could pop in a cassette of Howard Duff doing his Sam Spade.
Or lift a cold one, or a cocktail — I’m sure you can figure it out.
