The Interview

“Welcome to Jerusalem this evening. Earlier today, we caught up with the spokesperson of a man executed 24-hours ago by the local authorities. He claims his client was innocent. But what about his political activities?”

“There are none, his only interest people.”

“So why execute him?”

“He threatens to upset their system.”

“But I thought you said he wasn’t political.”

“He isn’t. He’s about love and how we ought to treat one another.”

“That make no sense.”

“I know, right?”

You keep talking about this man in the present tense.”

“Yes, I do.”

“I’m not understanding.”

“You will come Monday.”

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Damage

It’s good to be careful. It’s instinctual, that God-given internal voice that tells us something’s not right and that we must beware.

We’re suspicious of people we don’t know because we worry that they’ll take advantage of us and so we keep our guard up. That’s because there are people who’ll cheat us if they’re able.

Yet, being taken advantage of isn’t the worst thing that can happen to you. Far more damaging is allowing your mistrust to make you bitter, cold and withdrawn.

While it’s smart to be protective, be willing to open yourself up to people and experiences.

Engage

Everyday that I awaken brings the chance for me to draw in a breath, kick off the dregs of the day before and to venture out into a new world. The same can be said for you, too.

That is the miracle that is you – to live a fresh, new day – unencumbered with the troubles of the future or the past. But you must chose to make it so.

When the opportunity arises, we need to be willing to stand up and commit ourselves wholeheartedly to the prospect of the new day and live it as passionately as we can.

Debbie Carrington, 1958-2018

Odd that I was jus’ recently thumbing through a 1983 People magazine I’ve kept, where ‘Return of the Jedi’ actress Debbie Carrington talked about wearing an Ewok suit, comparing it to a sauna, requiring the crew to continually hand out Gatorade. So it comes as a real blow to my heart-strings to learn she has passed away.

The last time I heard from her was in early July 2017, when she told me that she was making an appearance at a venue in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. The first time I met Debbie, we were on the set of ‘Return of the Jedi,’ being filmed in the redwoods, near Smith River, California, north of Crescent City.

She was having a difficult time climbing over, under and through the undergrowth of the forest because of the Ewok costume she had on, so I offered to help her by carrying her from one place to another. That was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

One evening, close to the wrapping up of filming, a bunch of extras, stand-ins and production crew gathered in a motel room in Brookings, Oregon (north of Smith River) and partied into the morning hours. Much debauchery that I cannot admit too, occurred that night.

She and I got so drunk that we went in the bathroom and fell asleep in the bathtub. When I woke up my left side was completely numb from where Debbie was sleeping against me, but that was okay – I drooled in hair, so we called it even.

Not many people know that aside from being an advocate for actors with disabilities (at 3-foot, ten-inches, she lived with dwarfism,) she had a degree in child psychology that she’d earned the University of California, Davis. She was good-natured unless you called her a ‘midget,’ or described her as ‘diminutive,’ then she’d politely educate you — because she was neither.

So once again I am feeling my age as I find that my friend, whose laughter and voice could carry over any size crowd, has passed away. God-speed, Debbie.

Skipping to My Lou

“[And] I am no longer competent at skipping.” – Robert Fulghum

After reading this single sentence, it got me to thinking, “Do I even remember how to skip anymore?” After all, I recall that as a child I used to skip all the time – especially if I were playing with my brother and sisters.

The following day, which happened to be one the rainiest days of the year in Northern Nevada, I challenged myself to find out. And much to my displeasure, I learned that I’d forgotten.

Instead of remaining defeated, I acted on my better nature, re-teaching myself how to skip. I am certain that my neighbors now think that my cheese has slipped off my cracker.

So what! I’ve never let a little embarrassment stop me from reaching a goal, no matter how insignificant it might seem to others.

It took about half-an-hour for the memory-muscles to return and before long I was sailing up and down the street like a pro. Perhaps, next time I’ll try my hand at cartwheels, followed by somersaults, then jumping rope.

First though, does anyone wanna join me in a game of tag?

Coop’s Recollection

“Nevada’s Black Rock glows perfectly white under a quarter moon at ten-thousand feet,” he told me, adding, “I can also say that mission was nearly flawless. Hell, my orders were to parachute from that 727 and that’s exactly what I did.”

Lighting yet another cigarette, “However, I didn’t like being used as a pawn in their money-making scheme. I mean they sure were pretty damned quick at getting those metal detectors and x-ray machines in to airports around the nation.”

“But what really gets me is how anyone can get D.B. out of a simple three-letter name like Dan,” he chuckled.