After about ten hours on editing on the computer, I caught most of one of my favorite movies, ever, Now, Voyager (1942) on PBS. They don't seem to have my favorite scene, which is when Charlotte's sister comes to meet her at the dock. The new, glamorous, charming Charlotte is not recognizable when compared to the dowdy, downtrodden, neurotic woman that fled her domineering mother. She comes out in a fabulous picture hat, crocodile purse, tailored suit, and divine pumps, saying good-bye to all of her new friends from the glamorous cruise. Here are two priceless moments.