With every word and keystroke today I feel like Gregory Peck climbing up that straight-up cliff face in The Guns of Navarone …in the dead of night, in the rain, the wind howling. I can’t decide whether to play catch-up and write some more stuff, or just hunker down and finish reading Paul Haggis’s script of Flags of Our Fathers, which I was going to do a lead piece on today. So I’m doing both and not getting very far with either. If anyone’s read the Fathers script and wants to contribute, send me something today or tonight.