Jeffrey Glenn Miller; age 20
Allison B. Krause; age 19
William Knox Schroeder; age 19
Sandra Lee Scheuer; age 20
They were murdered on this day.Read More
Feb 3rd, 1959.
It had been a miserable tour, riding a bus through the Midwest in the winter. The bus' heater broke down almost as much as the bus itself. Temps were -25 to -40 degrees, the cold bitter and invasive. A drummer lost toes to the winter and frost bite caused by the dying bus heater.Read More
He was a working actor, maybe not working enough. He had several guest roles in series, even a supporting role in a series, and supporting roles in movies but nothing that broke him out of the herd of other handsome actors in his age range... until Batman. He was a smart and talented actor with the sense of humor and innate ability to 'get' what William Dozier and Lorenzo Semple Jr. were after in the pilot script. He nailed it. See the screen tests done by Adam and his competition for the role Lyle Waggoner. Lyle plays a man who believes what he is saying, Adam plays one who believes, but is in on the joke. It's a fine line and not easy to play, but one that is bright as day when you see. Adam got the part.
And therein lies the tale doesn't it?
So, I wrote a play. Actually I've written several, but the one I'm referring to I started writing shortly after a breakup. That's what I do after a breakup; some get drunk, some travel to foreign and distant lands... me, I write. I started by dealing with that particular breakup by writing about a different and previous breakup. A very painful breakup. Yes I tried to deal with one breakup by recalling an even worse one. It made sense at the time.Read More
The ensemble audition, with everyone in the room at once, is making something of a limited comeback. I’ve been at a few recently (all for comedies) and they’ve been something of a revelation to me. One; we’ve got some really talented actors in Seattle! Two; we’ve got some really bad actors in Seattle who don’t seem to understand just basic stuff.Read More
Shorty after graduating from the mighty Cornish College of the Arts, I auditioned for a play advertised as a new work musical about country music. Do a contemporary monolog and bring your guitar! So I did.Read More
This is going to be an odd topic, and I’m not sure where I’m even going with this, and I’ll probably get called on my enormous ego, but here goes. I’ve never thought of myself as a leading man, ever.Read More
As I said in a previous part: fighting against the ‘non-firing firing’ was useless. They wanted you gone and they will make your life miserable until you leave. As you stand outside it, you can be objective and think ‘Oh, that poor person! Why don’t they just walk?” I’ve always believed in justice. Unfairness gets to me. I think comes from being a little brother. When my older brother Charlie put my head into a wall my mother did punish him but told me I should have just stayed away from him. Being smaller and weaker I didn’t have much say. So I fought back, even when I got my butt kicked. Which I did. A lot.Read More
The announcement came again, “Tom Stewart, please report to the managing director’s office.” SCT never used that system, except for emergencies. I had told them I wasn’t coming. It was past my shift and I had been warned that if I stayed one second past my shift there would be “consequences”.Read More
Up until a few years ago I had a couple little two-drawer filing cabinets. Inside one was a very thick file of correspondence, emails, memos all relating to those last two years. It wascouple inches thick and heavy. I had gathered all the material as it happened or after the fact, building up the file and adding to it; letters from the labor relations board, memos to me from the managing director, printed out emails supporting me from HR, others condemning me from various admin personal (couple that were sent to me accidently). Like I said, it was heavy in terms of weight and emotion.Read More
Ah, how young I looked! Well, younger than I am now for sure. The photo was taken in May of 2002. I was in a western bib shirt phase and this is just one of them. This one was a bit itchy. I have my hand up, and Batman watch on and mouth open. I am pretending to yell. Normally I would have actually yelled, and I did but the photographer missed it. So, I faked it and he got a nice shot for the Sunday paper. Yes, this photo was published in the Sunday Seattle Times along with a very nice article on me by Times feature columnist Nichole Brodeur. Full color, below the fold on the Arts section. Now why would someone want to take my picture in such a pose? That is the odd tale I’m telling today. It really begins though a few years before 2002…Read More
Depression is the vicious monkey that sits around your shoulders, hugs your back, chewing its message constantly in your ear. You can distract it for a time, but you can’t really make it go away. It chatters up everything you’ve ever done that it can use against you and when it runs out of those it’ll just make shit up. Your darkest fantasies are depressions voice and it’ll whisper them back to you like a lover telling you what they will do to you if they could only get you away from here, from everyone.Read More
When did it start? For me it must have been an old issue of the Justice League of America, probably a summertime team up of the JLA and the Justice Society of America (that was back before the summer ‘special’ issues that now flood the market). It would happen every year, the old heroes of the Justice Society meeting the young turks of the Justice League of America. Kids waited for this each summer. It was a ritual.Read More
You ever had an experience that made you stop and think? No, I don't mean once a year, or even once every month or so, but one that becomes a yardstick for how you measure your life? This is one I had, one I still think about often, even though it’s been almost 20 years gone. I think about my friend Justin, a bright, energetic ten year old, who had to be the biggest Spider-Man fan I have ever seen. Spider-Man is credited by me and by his parents with keeping Justin alive.Read More
I knew I was in trouble as soon as I walked in the door. He was an older guy, somewhere in his 50s. Tall, with a loose flannel shirt and baseball cap. Rangy, lived in with the feel of a cowboy or truck driver about him, more comfortable outside a house than in. Tired eyes. I liked him the moment I saw him. He let me in.Read More
Bob Hodes had a problem. As the representative for Burroughs Inc, Robert M. Hodes oversaw the Burroughs estate and its literary legacy: Tarzan, John Carter of Mars, Carson of Venus, David Innes, Red Hawk and the Moon Men… the vast galaxy Edgar Rice Burroughs left behind him upon his death in 1950. The properties had languished after the passing of the founder, falling prey to pirated copies of the Burroughs originals, and unauthorized comics (first time pirates ever got the better of Tarzan!). Funny thing was, the very pirated novels that caused the problem helped spur a Burroughs revival. ERB Inc started tending to business. At the end of the sixties the House of Burroughs (in Tarzana California, of course) was back in order, overseeing worldwide rights for movies, books, reprints, comic strips, and, of course, comic books, especially Tarzan comic books.Read More
“Hey, look at this!” I turned around to find a pistol pointed at my head, a bead taken right between my eyes. Danny (not his real name) adjusted his grip, put his left hand over his right, stretched out his arms and brought the gun even closer. His finger was on the trigger. I couldn’t see anything but that gun, couldn’t see Danny’s face or his smile as he said: “Cool, huh?”Read More
It was already warm. The concrete just made it 10 degrees hotter. The rail burned my hands at first, but as I gripped it tighter, it the pain went away. I wasn’t focused on that. I was watching the cars below, gauging how far up I was and if the fall from that overpass would actually kill me or not.Read More