Saturday, October 29, 2022
I
Dream of ……
By
Steven P. Marini
Have you ever met a movie star before the person was a
movie star?
A long time
ago in a galaxy far away, I was a thirty-year old married man taking a one-year
leave of absence from work to complete a Masters in Educational Technology from
Boston University. That’s a small clue. Have you guessed the star yet?
I was given a
Graduate Assistantship, which is a form of financial aid. I had to work fifteen
hours a week in the Educational Technology Department along with several grad
and undergrad students. Among them was my future movie star.
She was very
tall (six feet, I believe) and strikingly beautiful of face and figure,
including great big……..dimples. Hey, what did you think I was going to say?
Clean it up. Her style of dress might be
labeled a cross between Early Fidel Castro and Disneyland. A typical day might
find her in baggy green fatigue pants, a Mickey Mouse t-shirt and different
colored socks. Now you’ve got the gender. Have you got her name yet?
Although I
never had a personal conversation with her, there was usually talk among the
few students on duty at any time. A memorable group talk was dominated by this
young lady about the movie Carrie. What struck me was the depth of her interest
in the movie. She spoke of Carrie, the character, as if she was a real person. I
guess that for a future movie star, you must really have to be able to get into
it like that.
A few years
after my B.U. experience, I ran into a former colleague named Mary. We talked
about the people we remembered and she mentioned a girl named ……… who had
become a model in New York. I wasn’t surprised because of her beauty and
height.
Several years
later, I was attending a conference in Colorado Springs. As it turned out, it
was Oscar night, the presenting of the Academy Awards. That’s something I have
little interest in, but I decided to leave it running on the hotel room TV
while I nursed a drink and directed my attention to something else. Something
happened, however, that caught my attention. A young woman was announced as the
winner for the Best Supporting Actress for her role in The Accidental Tourist
and, as she made her acceptance speech, I focused on the TV and this striking
young lady. I couldn’t place her, but I think you know where I am going.
The sound of
her voice stunned me. It was the same voice I had heard many years ago talking
about Carrie. Surely some of you have identified her by now. When I studied her
face closely on the TV, it all came together for me. It was Geena Davis. She
had gone from a college kid in fatigue pants to a glamorous movie star. I was dumfounded when I learned that she had
also been in The Fly and Beetlejuice, both of which I had seen and had not
recognized her.
I also learned
of another coincidence with Geena. My alma mater is a very small school in New
Hampshire called New England College. I graduated in 1973. Geena Davis attended
NEC in 1974 and 1975, and we met up at Boston University in 1976 working
financial aid in the same department. I told my wife, “She must be chasing me.”
Wednesday, June 22, 2022
The
“Greatest Generation” in Retrospect
By
Steven P. Marini
When Tom Brokaw’s book called The
Greatest Generation came out, I thought the title sounded ridiculous. I still
do.
For one thing, I hate the notion that
generations are being labeled. I am called a “baby boomer” because I was born
in 1946. Where does that leave my three older siblings, born in 1940, 1942 and
1945? Aren’t we all in the same generation from our parents?
I also hate the idea of comparing
generations. Is it a competition? We have no say into which generation we are
born. Can we ask to be traded? Does every member of a labeled generation think,
act, and feel the same about everything?
I think not.
Over the recent Memorial Day Weekend,
I watched a documentary entitled Vietnam in HD. It was about the story of the
Vietnam War as seen through film shot by soldiers and journalists. Much of the
film was archived footage. Soldiers of the war were shown in the old film, and
they were interviewed in current time, as well.
One man interviewed was Joe Galloway,
a journalist. He was a twenty-three-year-old writer for the United Press in
1964. As the war was heating up at that time, he knew he had to go cover it. He
begged his superiors to send him. Joe didn’t want to use the “box score” style
of writing. He wanted to write like Ernie Pyle, the famous war correspondent
from World War Two. That meant being imbedded where there was actual fighting,
getting to know the soldiers by name, learning about them. He made it personal.
At that time, the U.S. developed a
tactic called insertion fighting. There were no classical lines of battle in
this war. Soldiers were transported by helicopter and “inserted” into the
fighting. It wasn’t about winning and occupying territory. It was about killing
the enemy. On one such excursion, Joe Galloway went with them.
They were trying to insert over four
hundred troops but that took days to land helicopters in a small landing area
with six to eight men on board. The U.S. troops thought they had the superior
numbers but later learned by interrogating a prisoner that the Vietnamese had
enough fighters hiding in the near-bye mountains to give them an eight-to-one
advantage.
Broken Arrow was the code word that
Joe Galloway heard being sent over radio. It was the call to divert every
fighter plane and bomber in the area to this fight. Napalm bombs were dropped
and some of them resulted in fires hitting the Americans. Joe was ordered to
grab a man’s feet to help carry him to the collection of wounded. As he did so,
the fabric of the man’s boots and his burnt flesh peeled away, and Joe tells of
feeling the man’s ankle bones in his hands. He shed tears as he told the story.
Was Joe Galloway’s courage and
dedication any less than that of his counter parts in WWII?
I think not.
What about the soldiers in Vietnam?
By January of 1967, there were nearly four-hundred thousand troops in Vietnam.
About one-third were volunteers. Was their bravery any less of the men in 1944?
I think not.
Another man who comes to mind when I
think of the Vietnam War. He is Frank Scotton. a civilian, like Joe Galloway. After
college, he began working in the U.S. Foreign Service. At the age of
twenty-four he was sent to Vietnam by the United States Information Service. It
was 1962. He learned as much as possible about the people, the language, and
the culture of Vietnam. His job was to help organize and train the South Vietnamese
in their fight against the Vietnamese Communists. As we later learned, these
people were known as “advisors.”
But Frank Scotton did not have a
white-collar job. In 1964 I was surprised to see an article about him in the
Boston Globe which described him and his activities in Asia. You see, I knew
Frank Scotton. He was about eight years older than me, and his family lived
about a block away from my family in the Boston suburb of Needham. The article
said that he wore military fatigues and carried a rifle, which he occasionally
had to use.
I discovered recently that he authored
a book about the war, based on his knowledge and experience. The book is a text
for students preparing for work in the field of National Security. From it, entitled
Uphill Battle, I learned that from 1962 to
1975, he spent part of every year in Viet Nam.
One reviewer of the book said he was
the Lawrence of Arabia in Viet Nam. Another called him a legend. According to
the Globe article, the Communists put a price on his head. Was Frank Scotton’s
courage and dedication to duty any less than the soldiers who fought and died
in WWII, including his own father?
I think not.
Also of note is a woman who studied
for a master’s degree in International Affairs. She planned to work in the
State Department. But the Iraq War changed her career path. She went into the Army
where she became a fighter helicopter pilot. On one mission, an RPG (rocket
propelled grenade) burst through her windshield, landed on her lap, and then
exploded. Her legs were blown off and she suffered extensive internal injuries,
but somehow, she survived, thanks in part to her co-pilot. To this day she
suffers from occasional phantom pain.
Tammy Duckworth rose to the rank of
Lt. Colonel and in 2017 she became a United States Senator from Illinois. Was
her bravery and continued service to her country any less than the fighters of
WWII.
I think you know my answer to that.
Tuesday, January 11, 2022
Why
I liked John Madden,
By
Steven P. Marini.
It was a strange irony that John Madden passed away a
couple of days after a documentary paying tribute to the man aired on FS 1.
Although he was eighty-five years old, there was no mention after his passing
that he was in ill health, nothing to suggest that he was near his last days,
so you’d better produce a tribute show while he can still participate in it, as
he did. So, despite his years, when death came it was a shock.
There are two reasons, in my opinion, why Madden was
so successful as a football analyst. One, he was very entertaining about a game
that other analysts take way too seriously. Two, he was highly credible because
he played college football and he was a standout head coach in the NFL, giving
him a knowledge of the game at a high level.
To me, the most important factor was my first reason.
Today, the broadcasters are a bunch of deadpanned lunks who love to hear
themselves talk. They take the game much too seriously and are woefully lacking
in the ability to entertain viewers. They are not even close to John Madden.
The reason for Madden’s success as an entertainer was
his ability to use figurative language. What’s that, you say? Figurative
language is not literal. It uses metaphors, similes and allusions to create an
image in the mind of the listener. Madden also used sounds like “Boom,” and
“Wham,” that added to the image.
My favorite example of Madden’s use of figurative
language came in a TV broadcast many years ago. He was talking about a player
whose name escapes me, but it doesn’t matter. He described the guy as “Just a
big, ol’ lineman.” That’s it. That’s all you need to know about the guy. Every
football fan can picture that player from his simple description.
John Madden wasn’t just describing a player. He was
talking about himself. He was an old school football man. He believed football
was a tough game where players made hard contact and knocked other guys to the
ground. They got their uniforms dirty.
At heart, John Madden was just a big o’l lineman and a
mighty entertaining one at that.
Saturday, December 04, 2021
This
Competition is Criminal.
Scribes love to write about competitors, especially in
sports. Pitchers versus pitchers (Koufax vs Clemens). Hitters versus hitters
(Williams versus DiMaggio). Quarterbacks (Brady versus Manning). Basketball
(Russell versus Chamberlain).
But there is competition in other fields as well.
Concert pianists compete. Actors and musicians compete (Oscar Awards, Grammy Awards). Scientists compete
(Noble Prize). Journalists compete (Pulitzer Prize). But here’s a field that
you never hear about as being competitive.
Crime.
So I’m going to propose a competition for,
“Outstanding Performance By an Individual in a High Stakes Robbery.” No
supporting players in this contest, so no gangs are in the running. Let someone
else write up that one.
Here are my nominees, in chronological order based on
the year of the heist.
1. Thomas Randele, Cleveland,
OH. 1969.
2. D.B. Cooper, Portland,
OR. 1971.
Here are their stories.
#1:
Randele’s real name was Ted Conrad who was a young teller at a bank in
Cleveland. On July 11, 1969, after his 20th birthday, he finished his shift and
walked out with a paper bag containing $215,000 (more than $1.6 million today)
and was never seen again. When he failed to show up for work Monday morning the
bank manager realized the money was missing. He stayed missing for fifty-two
years.
According
to an investigator, Thomas Randele, was a good family man, good father, good
husband, good friend, pro golfer – he seemed to be well-liked by everybody, It
appears that he lived the perfect life of a fugitive on the run.
The
key to his success was that Conrad took on a new identity and a new life,
staying a jump head of law enforcement for fifty-two years. The case was even
featured on “America’s Most Wanted” and “Unsolved Mysteries,” but he remained
elusive.
His
success continued until his death in May 2021, approximately seventy-one years
old when he died of cancer.
He
had been the assistant golf pro at the Pembroke Country Club in Massachusetts,
playing on the professional winter tour in Florida in the offseason and became
the full-time manager of the country club in Pembroke. Eventually he began a
successful career in luxury automotive sales for close to 40 years. He also
became an excellent self-taught cook. He and his family lived in a small, three-bedroom
Cape styled house.
Investigators
found connections between Ted Conrad’s background and items stated in his
newspaper death notice. For example, they both stated that they attended New
England College in New Hampshire. Also, documents signed by Conrad and Randele
had matching handwriting.
Randele
made a deathbed confession to his family, telling them who he really was. He is
survived by his wife, Kathy, and his daughter, Ashley.
#2: On November 24, 1971, a
plain looking man calling himself Dan Cooper bought a one-way ticket to
Seattle, Washington. His story has become legend.
Cooper, in his mid-40s, was
dressed in a business suit with black tie and white shirt. Shortly after 3:00
p.m., he gave the stewardess a note saying that he had a bomb in his briefcase.
Cooper opened the case, showing
the stewardess a quick look at a mass of wires and red colored sticks,
resembling dynamite. He told her to inform the captain, which she did. She told
the captain that he wanted four parachutes and $200,000 in cash.
The plane landed in Seattle, and
Cooper got what he wanted in exchange for the flight’s 36 passengers. Cooper
kept the flight crew members, and the plane took off again, heading for Mexico
City.
Hours later Cooper did
something hard to believe to this day. He jumped out of the back of the plane
with the money. The plane eventually landed safely but Cooper was gone into the
night sky.
Somewhere between Seattle and
Reno, a little after 8:00 p.m., the hijacker did the incredible: He jumped out
of the back of the plane with a parachute and the ransom money. The pilots
landed safely, but Cooper had disappeared into the night sky.
Many think Cooper could not have survived the jump.
The parachute could not be steered and he was dressed in clothes not suited for
such a jump. He was not a veteran jumper. Some of the money was found in 1980
and the serial numbers matched the cash that Cooper was given.
The case has never been closed.
So, who is the G.O.A.T. (Greatest of all Time) among
these big money thieves? If success is the determining factor, I know who I
vote for. Do you?
Saturday, February 23, 2019
The Man Who Died Twice,
Friday, March 17, 2017
what-ted-williams-preached/7HKaU4sQhUQ7y9QnQ5CMgP/story.html
I've always agreed with TW about this and am finding a modified approach to this can actually help, even in slow pitch #softball. It's actually simple. If you swing down on the ball you will hit it on the ground, so go upward. But don't get under the ball. Hitting the ball hard into the air, at a slight angle, will result in more hits in the long run. Ground balls get through sometimes, but, basically, they suck.
#TedWilliams was the king of hitters, as far as knowing what you are doing.
Go #SeniorSoftball.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
I just started writing, so don't look for it anytime soon, but maybe in mid-2018.
#sex #sexual #sexualfreedom