When I’m feeling joy work becomes play.
My first thoughts as a twenty-five-year-old are of my wife and daughter. Will I ever meet my loyal and devoted wife, Bonnie? If I do, will we have our precious daughter, Danielle? As I contemplate these disturbing eventualities, the phone rings.
I like movies with heart. “Duets” is a movie with a big heart that nobody went to see. Well, almost nobody. Despite an intelligent, one-of-a-kind script and a star-studded cast, “Duets” tallied a mere six million dollars at the box office. In terms of Hollywood studio economics this paltry sum is tantamount to a financial implosion.
This is a childhood memory that keeps surfacing. I’m writing about it to better understand what’s happening, and because I suspect there is a point to the story worth sharing. My mother took me to the circus every year as a child. One year, I asked for a pet turtle instead of the chameleon IContinue reading “The Parable of the Pet Turtle”
The experts at the time might have called the Jean Shepherd show “experimental radio.” Whatever it was, I had never heard anything like the smooth jazz overlaid by that voice, the one that put an arm around my shoulder and whispered, “c’mon pal, I got some cool places to take you to.”
I remember the day my father asked me to become a partner in the stable. He was sitting behind his desk in the temporary office space we rented then, dressed in a camel colored sport coat and checkered cotton sport shirt. He looked straight at me with his bright, keen eyes and proceeded to makeContinue reading “Morton and the Horses”