Ah....a difficult year. I'm of an age that has to begin to face the loss of the heros of my youth. This year, the passing of Rostropovitch was difficult enough, but Bergman too....that's not good! In my twenties I saw every Bergman film I could see, which in NYC was not too hard to accomplish. They were the fodder of ridiculously enjoyable sophomoric debate and discussion with friends, and the sort of 'event' that made living in 'the city' enobling and exciting beyond measure. I think I will pour myself two fingers of scotch in his honor and spend a few wistful moments remembering the vitality of that era.