Yesterday my dad gave me an article featuring my Hollywood crush, and if you know me, you can figure that this crush is no longer alive. Morbid maybe, but for a long time I have had my eye on Mr. Howard Hughes. He was dashing and eccentric, he built airplanes, dated everyone, and was able to make a name in Hollywood directing only a few hit movies.
On my way up to Portland to visit my brother over new years, I found myself at the very museum where Howard's Spruce Goose is resting. Boy, was I excited! I had never had a chance to see The Hercules when it was housed in Long Beach, but there I was, standing next to it, walking around inside it. I must say, this airplane is huge in person. It's hard to believe the whole thing is made out of wood and that it got into the air (for a short time anyway).
Ok, so maybe he only drank milk and burned his wardrobe occasionally, poor crazy Howard, I don't think you get enough credit.
You are my Hollywood crush.