What the Harry Conover modeling agency didn’t know was that this Dude coming off the Duke’s Trojan Horse on the USC campus, his father a recovering G.I. at the Sawtelle neuropsychiatric convalesce center...20 miles from his son’s discovery on line by director John Ford for a role in “Stagecoach”..... riding shotgun
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The passengers: gassed up Thomas Mitchell.. bar stool temptress Claire Trevor and squeaky Porter Hall “Doing his thing” as he would characterize it decades later in his archives..
The social media like Face book Twitter the internet digital cosmos had not dominated the information highway’s landscape via “Stagecoach”.... Duke riding shotgun .....
How would Harry Conover and his array of Candy Jones(his frau) models long before Lindsay Lohan met her test at Betty Ford’s rehab center for drug and alcohol abuse at Rancho Mirage..
The Duke’s pop was into his role at his portal..eye loop in, discerning 21 jewels from 17, the hospital providing space for these WW vets all used up from too much living amidst their ego’s obstacle course....”How to get a yes”
Harry Conover and his models cared not a whit about any realities of urban life. ...Ucla’s Frederic Woellner “Heaven is on the way to it” and Charles Titus..Machiaveli and Gracian, the tomes for Erlichman and Halderman, Trcky Dick’s linebackers guarding the oval office after Adlai Stevenson JFK and LBJ had gone the way of unfettered aggression and shadowy like Mafia and Kremlin gun slingers.
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Didn’t his tennis honcho Jack L, the operational “chief” of the Burbank studio say.”You don’t need a letter. Just call Bill Hearst at his swanky cottage. Tell him you want to write a column..”
So café society had to wait for the Harry Conover Candy Jones models to take the Ucla photo journalist profile.... letting it flow from Kherckoff Hall unto the information highway’s shallows and expectations.
Meanwhile the Whittier College football bencher,, the people be damned. Old Hickory never had it so good. Did he dear reader?
Done did Helen Gahagan Douglas in, winning her Congressional seat.in the rough and tumble of Machiavellian politics.
Where would the riding shotgun surface in the arcane traffic for notoriety and elusive fame and fortune in the Big Apple?. The Pierre hotel? The Waldorf Towers? The Saint George Hotel In downtown Brooklyn? Court Street and Montague.
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When the Ucla father figures... Harry Morris, director of publications, Don Padgett (Rugby coach) Don Ashen (treasurer) the athletic director Wilbur Johns basketball coach John Wooden Bill Ackerman graduate manager tennis coach Mike Frankovich (Binnie Barnes ‘h’) Colonel Bing, Air ROTC
Ralph Bunche Ducky Drake trainer and junior varsity track coach Harry Trotter... varsity under grads Craig Dixon (110 220 hurdles) Al Kapp the stamina clad cross country miler at ZBT’s Gayly Avenue fraternity....
Jane Withers home above Joe E Brown field ......watching the jocks chase their dreams.
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Those father figures seeing him off at the Westwood Village Tom Crumpler Hamburger Hamlet Greyhound bus stop ....
“Good luck . Gimme five, kid.. We’ll miss you. Give our blessings to Broadway and the Great WhiteWay. Bloomy won’t know what hit him.....” said the hunker in the brown flannel coat ,the Babe himself off LeConte&Westwood Boulevard .....in town promoting “Pride of the Yankees” when screenplays had a Prometheus serendipity.
“Babe Ruth a force of nature.” said the Duke riding shotgun alongside the stagecoach morphed as the Greyhound bus .
“Wasn’t the whole romp deja vu, dear reader?”
The Big Apple’s information highway..., November 28 2010
The collective consciousness begs an Aristotlean inquiry into..
The collective consciousness begs an Aristotlean inquiry into the violent end of a Sarah Lawrence graduate Ronni Chasen, playing out her Waterloo as an “All about Eve”publicist among charred aggressions gone sour ...
II
Amidst the savagery of competitive juices searching for an audience thru 4 decades of a
driven psyche (carrying her sweetener) in her trappings as she sought out collaborative alter egos
for her actor song writer composer clients. .
Goethe could have told her that it all goes back to childhood. The Shiek of Araby befuddling his true believers tn their fifth grade innocense.... carrying on for seven decades of masking sore loser gambling.... blown away by his dissembling ego trip...
III
She hadn’t been born when Budd Shulberg scribbled “WhatmakesSammyrun?” but since he was coming off a high as the tennis champ of Pismo Beach, he had nothing to lose... his soul into an x ray calibration of passions running abut on roller coaster images.
“I’m ready for my closeup mister DeMille” says Gloria Swanson as William Hoilden’s body
floats in her pool, her state of mind oblivious to what was playing out.
IV
Turning left unto North Whittier Drive from Sunset (a short cut to Wilshire), Ronni named after Dave Chasen, the restauranter from Beverly Boulevard down aways from where Milton Holmes, the manager of the Beverly Hills Tennis Club plotted his “Mr.Lucky” scenario for Cary Grant seven decades earlier.
Frank Capra Horace McCoy Ernest Pascal Nat Perrin Milo Frank Joel Adler Bill Gargan Donald Woods Arthur Marx Humprey Bogard Willie Wyler Billy Wilder Budge Patty had all come and gone. But Ronni’s left hand turn unto “Dead End” takes your breath away..
Unfurling her ubiquitous taste of celluloid unconscious and poetry. .
V
Where could her support system have gone wrong? “ *You haven’t heard the last of me”
Short circuiting her larger than life empathy...those Big Apple yearnings into Riverdale and Sarah Lawrence’s feminine ideals .Her father a real estate businessman, her mother a home body, raising two children.
Was their bad faith in the sembling that led MGM to wheel deal its prize library of film and celluloid archives. The brain convolutions among insiders would cause United Artists like Douglas Fairbanks Charlie Chaplin Mary Pickford (“Gladys Smith”) to throw uip their arms.To make a profit among a torrent of red ink theatrics...
Fatty Arbuckle the Black Dahlia Ramon Navarro Gig Young Bugsy Siegal James Dean Senator Ribert Kennedy had a doomed reality..But here a force of sparkling nature with a New York accent, maintained an indomitable air.
Her “Cinderella” :Alice in Wonderland” “Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves” “Wall Street 2" Cher’s “*Burlesque” Morgan Freeman’s ”Driving Miss Daisy” “The Golden Pond” with Henry Fondas’s “aging isn’t for sissies” , paired with Katherine Hepburn as his caretaker wife.
“Shakespeare in love”..... .
Riverdale’s divine promise ....November 21, 2010
II
Amidst the savagery of competitive juices searching for an audience thru 4 decades of a
driven psyche (carrying her sweetener) in her trappings as she sought out collaborative alter egos
for her actor song writer composer clients. .
Goethe could have told her that it all goes back to childhood. The Shiek of Araby befuddling his true believers tn their fifth grade innocense.... carrying on for seven decades of masking sore loser gambling.... blown away by his dissembling ego trip...
III
She hadn’t been born when Budd Shulberg scribbled “WhatmakesSammyrun?” but since he was coming off a high as the tennis champ of Pismo Beach, he had nothing to lose... his soul into an x ray calibration of passions running abut on roller coaster images.
“I’m ready for my closeup mister DeMille” says Gloria Swanson as William Hoilden’s body
floats in her pool, her state of mind oblivious to what was playing out.
IV
Turning left unto North Whittier Drive from Sunset (a short cut to Wilshire), Ronni named after Dave Chasen, the restauranter from Beverly Boulevard down aways from where Milton Holmes, the manager of the Beverly Hills Tennis Club plotted his “Mr.Lucky” scenario for Cary Grant seven decades earlier.
Frank Capra Horace McCoy Ernest Pascal Nat Perrin Milo Frank Joel Adler Bill Gargan Donald Woods Arthur Marx Humprey Bogard Willie Wyler Billy Wilder Budge Patty had all come and gone. But Ronni’s left hand turn unto “Dead End” takes your breath away..
Unfurling her ubiquitous taste of celluloid unconscious and poetry. .
V
Where could her support system have gone wrong? “ *You haven’t heard the last of me”
Short circuiting her larger than life empathy...those Big Apple yearnings into Riverdale and Sarah Lawrence’s feminine ideals .Her father a real estate businessman, her mother a home body, raising two children.
Was their bad faith in the sembling that led MGM to wheel deal its prize library of film and celluloid archives. The brain convolutions among insiders would cause United Artists like Douglas Fairbanks Charlie Chaplin Mary Pickford (“Gladys Smith”) to throw uip their arms.To make a profit among a torrent of red ink theatrics...
Fatty Arbuckle the Black Dahlia Ramon Navarro Gig Young Bugsy Siegal James Dean Senator Ribert Kennedy had a doomed reality..But here a force of sparkling nature with a New York accent, maintained an indomitable air.
Her “Cinderella” :Alice in Wonderland” “Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves” “Wall Street 2" Cher’s “*Burlesque” Morgan Freeman’s ”Driving Miss Daisy” “The Golden Pond” with Henry Fondas’s “aging isn’t for sissies” , paired with Katherine Hepburn as his caretaker wife.
“Shakespeare in love”..... .
Riverdale’s divine promise ....November 21, 2010
The collective consciousness begged its Aristotlean inquiry into...
The collective consciousness begs an Aristotlean inquiry into the violent end of a Sarah Lawrence graduate Ronni Chasen, playing out her Waterloo as an “All about Eve”publicist among charred aggressions gone sour ...
II
Amidst the savagery of competitive juices searching for an audience thru 4 decades of a
driven psyche (carrying her sweetener) in her trappings as she sought out collaborative alter egos
for her actor song writer composer clients. .
Goethe could have told her that it all goes back to childhood. The Shiek of Araby befuddling his true believers tn their fifth grade innocense.... carrying on for seven decades of masking sore loser gambling.... blown away by his dissembling ego trip...
III
She hadn’t been born when Budd Shulberg scribbled “What makes Sammy run?” but since he was coming off a high as the tennis champ of Pismo Beach, he had nothing to lose... his soul into an x ray calibration of passions running abut on roller coaster images.
“I’m ready for my closeup mister DeMille” says Gloria Swanson as William Hoilden’s body
floats in her pool, her state of mind oblivious to what was playing out.
IV
Turning left unto North Whittier Drive from Sunset (a short cut to Wilshire), Ronni named after Dave Chasen, the restauranter from Beverly Boulevard down aways from where Milton Holmes, the manager of the Beverly Hills Tennis Club plotted his “Mr.Lucky” scenario for Cary Grant seven decades earlier.
Frank Capra Horace McCoy Ernest Pascal Nat Perrin Milo Frank Joel Adler Bill Gargan Donald Woods Arthur Marx Humprey Bogard Willie Wyler Billy Wilder Budge Patty had all come and gone. But Ronni’s left hand turn unto “Dead End” takes your breath away..
Unfurling her ubiquitous taste of celluloid unconscious and poetry. .
V
Where could her support system have gone wrong? “ *You haven’t heard the last of me”
Short circuiting her larger than life empathy...those Big Apple yearnings into Riverdale and Sarah Lawrence’s feminine ideals .Her father a real estate businessman, her mother a home body, raising two children.
Was their bad faith in the sembling that led MGM to wheel deal its prize library of film and celluloid archives. The brain convolutions among insiders would cause United Artists like Douglas Fairbanks Charlie Chaplin Mary Pickford (“Gladys Smith”) to throw uip their arms.To make a profit among a torrent of red ink theatrics...
Fatty Arbuckle the Black Dahlia Ramon Navarro Gig Young Bugsy Siegal James Dean Senator Ribert Kennedy had a doomed reality..But here a force of sparkling nature with a New York accent, maintained an indomitable air.
Her “Cinderella” :Alice in Wonderland” “Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves” “Wall Street 2" Cher’s “*Burlesque” Morgan Freeman’s ”Driving Miss Daisy” “The Golden Pond” with Henry Fondas’s “aging isn’t for sissies” , paired with Katherine Hepburn as his caretaker wife.
“Shakespeare in love”..... .
Riverdale’s divine promise ....November 21, 2010
II
Amidst the savagery of competitive juices searching for an audience thru 4 decades of a
driven psyche (carrying her sweetener) in her trappings as she sought out collaborative alter egos
for her actor song writer composer clients. .
Goethe could have told her that it all goes back to childhood. The Shiek of Araby befuddling his true believers tn their fifth grade innocense.... carrying on for seven decades of masking sore loser gambling.... blown away by his dissembling ego trip...
III
She hadn’t been born when Budd Shulberg scribbled “What makes Sammy run?” but since he was coming off a high as the tennis champ of Pismo Beach, he had nothing to lose... his soul into an x ray calibration of passions running abut on roller coaster images.
“I’m ready for my closeup mister DeMille” says Gloria Swanson as William Hoilden’s body
floats in her pool, her state of mind oblivious to what was playing out.
IV
Turning left unto North Whittier Drive from Sunset (a short cut to Wilshire), Ronni named after Dave Chasen, the restauranter from Beverly Boulevard down aways from where Milton Holmes, the manager of the Beverly Hills Tennis Club plotted his “Mr.Lucky” scenario for Cary Grant seven decades earlier.
Frank Capra Horace McCoy Ernest Pascal Nat Perrin Milo Frank Joel Adler Bill Gargan Donald Woods Arthur Marx Humprey Bogard Willie Wyler Billy Wilder Budge Patty had all come and gone. But Ronni’s left hand turn unto “Dead End” takes your breath away..
Unfurling her ubiquitous taste of celluloid unconscious and poetry. .
V
Where could her support system have gone wrong? “ *You haven’t heard the last of me”
Short circuiting her larger than life empathy...those Big Apple yearnings into Riverdale and Sarah Lawrence’s feminine ideals .Her father a real estate businessman, her mother a home body, raising two children.
Was their bad faith in the sembling that led MGM to wheel deal its prize library of film and celluloid archives. The brain convolutions among insiders would cause United Artists like Douglas Fairbanks Charlie Chaplin Mary Pickford (“Gladys Smith”) to throw uip their arms.To make a profit among a torrent of red ink theatrics...
Fatty Arbuckle the Black Dahlia Ramon Navarro Gig Young Bugsy Siegal James Dean Senator Ribert Kennedy had a doomed reality..But here a force of sparkling nature with a New York accent, maintained an indomitable air.
Her “Cinderella” :Alice in Wonderland” “Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves” “Wall Street 2" Cher’s “*Burlesque” Morgan Freeman’s ”Driving Miss Daisy” “The Golden Pond” with Henry Fondas’s “aging isn’t for sissies” , paired with Katherine Hepburn as his caretaker wife.
“Shakespeare in love”..... .
Riverdale’s divine promise ....November 21, 2010
In a reversal of roles on Monday night
In a reversal of roles on Monday night football ........................................................ Rin Tin Tin barked “It’s the bottom line Lassie. The scars from Michael Vick’s madden-
dening slashing ring. Are we not“men’s best friends?”
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”The bottom line,”snapped Lassie, the Collie that made it big at the studio that proclaimed Clark Gable and Spencer Tracy(“his waiting Katie”) as their stardust.... not knowing their “Boom Town” was the Delphi Oracle’s precursor to Michael Vick’s ’ retributive stretch into his nirvana......a role as a starting NFL quarterback.
“21 months behind bars. Indeed.”“
The Irish Setter licked his paws unabashedly.... those big eyes casting an enchantment on what many animals knew....humans were being tested from walking our puppies to their graven sidewalks......
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“Thirty lashes with a wet noodle. Like he was the Marquis de Sade managing an insane Poodle show....us untamed to tear out the gizzards of our German Shepard Boston Pugs..”
“Isn’tt a dog’s life?” growled a Spitz, licking his coat.
“Voila It’s all about family, submerging our master’s playful genius into our screaming fantasies. Didn’t he pay his freight? ....twenty one months in solitary confinement on bread and water in a Ventura County like detention center?” barked Rin Tin Tin, licking his paws.
“The wheel of retribution and fated police dogs.. Coach Andy giving him a four leaf clover to be the understudy .....how far can Donovan go with those Campbell chunky soups.... his momma teasing him.
“Working up his appetite,” for the those brain washed viewer tongues.
And the Eagles rethinking McNabb’s role, releasing him to the Redskins and an extension of seventy eight million bucks. How mucho more chunky soups could he schlop in a hundred reincarnated lifetimes?.”
Momma couldn’t you tell Donovan to stay in the pocket. Not get blitzed by our violent dog tackles. Why didn’t you give Donovan a spoon of his own chunkies?”
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The Boxer stood up on his hinds. “Lissen you dogs, I may not be a Greyhound but our master redeemed himself...reinventing himself for subjecting us to his war games.
I may be only a Boxer in appearance but I’m a Greyhound in disguise.”
“Our master took the game over from Donovan and his mother spoon feeding the canned chunkies .” man’s best friend scratching his hide for fleas..
Surrounded by bull slingers yes men, lackeys and toads who played their dissembling airs, kicking butt .... if you pardon the English.... Poodle.”
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Rin Tin Tin Lassie the Labrador the Irish setter the Boston black and white Pug all stood on their hinds, barking approval. Rin Tin Tin taking his cue “ Passing for four td’s Running for two”.
“Ten complete passes before he even worked up a sweat.....he didn’t have to prove a damn thing in the City of Brotherly Love. Not a damn thing.”
And like a Greek chorus at the Delphic Oracle.... the animals all stood tall, barking in unison. Not a begging whine of self pity could b e heard. the humans chewing the cud.... a mother and son licking their chops 59-28.. ..
A divine presence......... a canine Providence playing out for Michael Vick and the Philadelphia Eagles.
The City of Brotherly Love, November 16, 2010.
dening slashing ring. Are we not“men’s best friends?”
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”The bottom line,”snapped Lassie, the Collie that made it big at the studio that proclaimed Clark Gable and Spencer Tracy(“his waiting Katie”) as their stardust.... not knowing their “Boom Town” was the Delphi Oracle’s precursor to Michael Vick’s ’ retributive stretch into his nirvana......a role as a starting NFL quarterback.
“21 months behind bars. Indeed.”“
The Irish Setter licked his paws unabashedly.... those big eyes casting an enchantment on what many animals knew....humans were being tested from walking our puppies to their graven sidewalks......
III
“Thirty lashes with a wet noodle. Like he was the Marquis de Sade managing an insane Poodle show....us untamed to tear out the gizzards of our German Shepard Boston Pugs..”
“Isn’tt a dog’s life?” growled a Spitz, licking his coat.
“Voila It’s all about family, submerging our master’s playful genius into our screaming fantasies. Didn’t he pay his freight? ....twenty one months in solitary confinement on bread and water in a Ventura County like detention center?” barked Rin Tin Tin, licking his paws.
“The wheel of retribution and fated police dogs.. Coach Andy giving him a four leaf clover to be the understudy .....how far can Donovan go with those Campbell chunky soups.... his momma teasing him.
“Working up his appetite,” for the those brain washed viewer tongues.
And the Eagles rethinking McNabb’s role, releasing him to the Redskins and an extension of seventy eight million bucks. How mucho more chunky soups could he schlop in a hundred reincarnated lifetimes?.”
Momma couldn’t you tell Donovan to stay in the pocket. Not get blitzed by our violent dog tackles. Why didn’t you give Donovan a spoon of his own chunkies?”
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The Boxer stood up on his hinds. “Lissen you dogs, I may not be a Greyhound but our master redeemed himself...reinventing himself for subjecting us to his war games.
I may be only a Boxer in appearance but I’m a Greyhound in disguise.”
“Our master took the game over from Donovan and his mother spoon feeding the canned chunkies .” man’s best friend scratching his hide for fleas..
Surrounded by bull slingers yes men, lackeys and toads who played their dissembling airs, kicking butt .... if you pardon the English.... Poodle.”
V
Rin Tin Tin Lassie the Labrador the Irish setter the Boston black and white Pug all stood on their hinds, barking approval. Rin Tin Tin taking his cue “ Passing for four td’s Running for two”.
“Ten complete passes before he even worked up a sweat.....he didn’t have to prove a damn thing in the City of Brotherly Love. Not a damn thing.”
And like a Greek chorus at the Delphic Oracle.... the animals all stood tall, barking in unison. Not a begging whine of self pity could b e heard. the humans chewing the cud.... a mother and son licking their chops 59-28.. ..
A divine presence......... a canine Providence playing out for Michael Vick and the Philadelphia Eagles.
The City of Brotherly Love, November 16, 2010.
Swing it Duarte, 8 to thebar
Swing it Duarte, 8 to thebar…the beat reverberating in a stride, Swing low sweet chariot,
November11, 2010. a brain tumor gives the patient two months......
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Over looking the skyline of the City of Angels…the Los Angeles Times, City Hall, the San Gabriel mountains in the background, the snail like bumper to bumper traffic flowing on the Santa Ana Hollywood freeways below, the resplendent plush offices of the Duarte- City of Hope executive suite hailing the arrival of the Russian born Dr George, the director of the tuberculosis hospital’s pathology lab……..
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Ben H a transplanted Brooklynite, the likes of the old Boys High School, Marcy avenue, the Pitkin Sutter Avenue reality scene of East New York, Brownsville…Meyer Lansky, Bugsy Siegal, Al “Bummy Davis, Izzy, he had come West….
The desert ambience (before the smog like air) lending itself to convalescence and rehab for patients coping with lung and pulmonary disease.. (cancer tumors in the futuro)…..Duarte attaining a growing reputation in the Los Angeles basin, the pathologist Dr.George, one of Ben H’s rising stars, never feeling comfortable with the brass and PR honchos…. A Humanity overwhelming with Hollywood born crocodiles, lurking in the environs of the Strip and Sunset Boulevard IV
The Kiev born, Michael Reese trained Chicago renaissance man, tried to be cool, cooling his heels in Ben H’s monster outer office, his wave length into the Spurs- Pistons first game, a metaphor for his own benign Duarte bliss, three minutes from his Arcadia homestead. A hearty heart heart into his second wind, back to his lab.A Jonas Salk stalker of diseased tissue, precursor CSI escapist fare. V
Cell phone beaper wired, Dr.George earphones on: a cosmic spaced out Buck Rogers, Dr. George tuned into the SBC arena in San Antonio, the Spurs versus the defending champs the Detroit Pistons, in their home….Dr. George was into his survival threads, knowing as we all know, a Holy Grail scenario was playing out.
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What could he do but maintain in the presence of a brain tumor on the make……those Kiev like eyes into a furtive glance of the Southern California landscape, from those picture windows of Murray H’s suite
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Humming his Michael Reese blues, Dr. George’s Gomel born ears…..into Doctor Jack Ramsey’s own song and dance(his son in law, having been axed from the Wilt Chamberlain Alan Iverson led 76’ers franchise.. the City of brotherly love?)
“We got a humdinger here, Doctor .”
“A slam dammer! Dr George “
November 12, 2010...... Duarte Caliornia.
“Manu Ginoboli, the slasher from Argentina, vis a vi the San Antonio Spurs, was manna from Heaven, for Hubie Brown and his down to earth Soul. Like doctor Jack, his life was umbilical corded with “swish” “from down town” and Brooklyn born M.J. Sir Michael himself, the royalty of the NBA…..
Unlike Wilt Chamerlain and Bill Russell, the two Redheads from Brooklyn, Holtzman and Auerbach( eleven rings)Hall of Famer Hubie Brown had paid his dues from the very tip of his Memphis rhythms(Manu himself from the age 3 knew his Destiny)…..
Manu took over the game in the fourth quarter, scoring 15 big points, twenty two the second half….Fired up, rethinking his role, the locker room spritz between halves…..
“In our house, we can do no wrong, ”he said, sweating bullets, the stream of switzing , his swarthy Latino brow cheeks chin, total bull of the Pampas Primo Carnero? Rudy Valentino’s 21st century “Not to be frustrated, checked, Manu’s broken English complimented the Piston defenses. “Their big men..the two Wallaces are giants. But if we don’t penetrate the paint, going aggressively to the rim, they take the game from us…and 20,289 Fans…our sixth player….in our house..San Antonio, mine outside Buenos Aires….No way.!”
“They are not the defending champs for nunca: how you say in top spin English.For nothing……come at you one two defenders, doubling up…Switch on the matchup.You must play smart…..muy intelligente.”……”
”Spins in the lane, off the dribble…..”
Electrifying to say the least…..in the mode of Michael, and his colleagues…Steve Nash of Phoenix, Iverson…and Wade…”the crowd is on its feet,…the bugle blowing, “Gladys Gooding”on the organ…..”MANU MANU MANU MANU MANU……”
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Dr. George took his head set off, awaiting Murray H’s growl grunt, eight to the bar. While he was consumed eaten up by his pathology lab, its constant never ending tissue ramifications, The life and death constancy hanging over the Duarte landscape, he found his nirvana in the creativity, the imaginative, the chemistry with the hoped for cures, battle with tuberculosis and soon to be cancerous tumors.
The struggle between life and death in the former orange tree orchids, not that far from the Santa Anita race track, and the likes of George and Dolly plying their Post and Paddock touting, Al Sliver, Whitey, Gene F. Bob Benoit in the circle, passing out the flyers….(sometimes throwing them to the skies, the players, betters coming to the tote board, challenging the odds at the pari mutual windows) full of great expectations, hope eternal, knowing the odds were stacked against them, but overcoming their weariness, ennui…. the constancy of a boring rut into an escape from the trivia and mundane
To Murray H. it’s all in how you look at it….Hadn’t he gotten the call from the insurance tycoon opposite the Alexandria Hotel and cottages on Wilshire.
“No more changing labels, Murray. Arrow shirts are behind us…a tubercular free rehabilitation center….like FDR’s Warm springs,” remembering the telephone service leaving a message that President Harry Truman called…..would we call him back?
‘What are we about, Dr. George” said Murray H. to himself. Knowing Dr. George
had built constructed his Arrowsmith lab with out the Sinclair Lewis smaltz. I’m playing the big shot among the movie industry, Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, Chaneys, Mayers, Goldwyn Harry Cohn Jack L.tycoons…but Dr. George has his own support system of purity, ideals and a terrific work ethic…..a mishagoss before he got here, an embryo of a Medical School since his arrival… is there no end to his
drive…..four sons and a daughter, a beautiful frau of a Sabbath, chasing down the disease with a few ticks of the clock from his Arcadia retreat. A repose and he’s back in the lab…like the polio maven Jonas Salk…
His frau, Picasso’s mistress….No delusions of grandeur, these geniuses wile away their moments, thinking big thoughts, peering thru the microscope at Paul DeKruif’s microbes while the rest of us are condemned to hawing and hemming, corralling them into a reality of….budgets, punching the clock, spreadsheets, retirement overtime, nepotism contacts, free lunches, grandeur events at the Beverly Hills Hotel, Beverly Hilton…you name it…No one wants to cut the grass, mow the lawn.The sweats?…..upkeep,overhead who’s gonna pay the gardener 60 big ones every 724,Diaz.…?
“Swing it Duarte, eight to the bar”
********
The X factor of a 5.6 earthquake rattled thru the Southern California landscape like a freight train. Was it a force of nature “Manu Ginoboli” his game face on “A major West Coast motion offense. A half a dozen pictures fell off the wall” said a Palm Springs habitee of Rancho de Mirage.
His coach, Popovich, once of the Colorado Springs Air Force Academy, saying “Manu like Tony Parker Timmy (Duncan) was able to take the game over. But any seismic repercussions….”It’s all anal”,the details beyond details.”He’s on a roll, sprinting out on the fast break. Slashing his way to the glass, his body into the two Wallaces.. A body fake, they switch, Manu goes to his left hand, they double back , he goes to his right hand. They hack him, the ball spins off the glass. A swish. He goes to the free throw line for a three pointer….his confidence off the charts,”said Pops.
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Dr.George’s sensibility and big mucho empathy picked up the 6.2 seismic vibrations, the City of Hope hi rise not immune to any forces of Nature in the City of Angels..his rocket head gear rocking like he was into game 2 at the SBC center…..
Hubie Brown, Dr.Jack, the former Portland Trailblazer coach, his redhead of a center, Big Bill Walton, waiting for the tip off, the motion offense…..
Dr. George listened to these erudite coaches turned analysts….The Pistons like Dr. George were on their heels. The Spurs came storming out from get go like Afleet Alex at the Belmont Stakes…He could see in their energy, they were young unspoiled by the Motown experiences..Parker dating, Ginobili recently married, Bruce Bowen also married Horry (five rings) had been San Antonio Spurs from their NBA day one…..they could do no wrong ,chasing their dream.
The Champs were defensive giants but they had been around, talented castoffs, playing for several franchises before landing with Larry Brown. Not they were corrupt.. Nobody would say that Dr. George, but they had been around the block as had Larry Brown Therefore the two Wallaces, Rick Hamilton, Prince with his 7 foot 2 inch wing span, their clutch point guard Chauncy Phillips were reaching the rim of their learning curve….. ********
Between Michael Jackson having a proclivity for sleeping with youngsters, OJ renting Hertz cars, Martha Stewart making a phone call to her broker, and Billy Graham making the scene in Flushing, spelling out the case for a Higher Power in the big Apple’s cosmos, notwithstanding Allah being evident at 9/11, it causes one to be spellbound and speechless at the same time.
A Robert Horry record breaking Jordan “swish” from downtown.
June 16,2005…(to be continued)
Part 2
Continuing a brain tumor....the patient diagnosed with two months to go...November12,2010 II
Dr.George took his head set off, awaiting Murray H’s growl grunt, eight to the bar. While he was consumed eaten up by his pathology lab, its constant never ending tissue ramifications, The life and death constancy hanging over the Duarte landscape, he found his nirvana in the creativity, the imaginative, the chemistry with the hoped for cures, battle with tuberculosis and soon to be cancerous tumors.
III
The struggle between life and death in the former orange tree orchids, not that far from the Santa Anita race track, and the likes of George and Dolly plying their Post and Paddock touting, Al Sliver, Whitey, Gene F. Bob Benoit in the circle, passing out the flyers….(sometimes throwing them to the skies)..... the players, betters coming to the tote board, challenging the odds at the pari mutual windows) full of great expectations, hope eternal, knowing the odds were stacked against them, but overcoming their weariness, ennui…. the constancy of a boring rut into an escape from the trivia and mundane
To Murray H. it’s all in how you look at it….Hadn’t he gotten the call from the insurance tycoon opposite the Alexandria Hotel and cottages on Wilshire.
“No more changing labels, Murray. Arrow shirts are behind us…a tubercular free rehabilitation center….like FDR’s Warm springs,” remembering the telephone service leaving a message that President Harry Truman called…..would we call him back?
IV
‘What are we about, Dr. George” said Murray H. to himself. Knowing Dr. George
had built constructed his Arrowsmith lab with out the Sinclair Lewis smaltz. I’m playing the big shot among the movie industry, Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, Chaneys, Mayers, Goldwyn Harry Cohn Jack L.tycoons…but Dr. George has his own support system of purity, ideals and a terrific work ethic…..a mishagoss before he got here, an embryo of a Medical School since his arrival… is there no end to his
drive…..four sons and a daughter, a beautiful frau of a Sabbath, chasing down the disease with a few ticks of the clock from his Arcadia retreat. A repose and he’s back in the lab…like the polio maven Jonas Salk…
V
His frau, Picasso’s mistress….No delusions of grandeur, these geniuses wile away their moments, thinking big thoughts, peering thru the microscope at Paul DeKruif’s microbes while the rest of us are condemned to hawing and hemming, corralling them into a reality of….budgets, punching the clock, spreadsheets, retirement overtime, nepotism contacts, free lunches, grandeur events at the Beverly Hills Hotel, Beverly Hilton…you name it…No one wants to cut the grass, mow the lawn.The sweats?…..upkeep,overhead who’s gonna pay the gardener 60 big ones every 724,Diaz.…?
“Swing it Duarte, eight to the bar”
VI
The X factor of a 5.6 earthquake rattled thru the Southern California landscape like a freight train. Was it a force of nature “Manu Ginoboli” his game face on “A major West Coast motion offense. A half a dozen pictures fell off the wall” said a Palm Springs habitee of Rancho de Mirage.
VII
His coach, Popovich, once of the Colorado Springs Air Force Academy, saying “Manu like Tony Parker Timmy (Duncan) was able to take the game over. But any seismic repercussions….”It’s all anal”,the details beyond details.”He’s on a roll, sprinting out on the fast break. Slashing his way to the glass, his body into the two Wallaces.. A body fake, they switch, Manu goes to his left hand, they double back , he goes to his right hand. They hack him, the ball spins off the glass. A swish. He goes to the free throw line for a three pointer….his confidence off the charts,”said Pops.
VIII
Dr.George’s sensibility and big mucho empathy picked up the 6.2 seismic vibrations, the City of Hope hi rise not immune to any forces of Nature in the City of Angels..his rocket head gear rocking like he was into game 2 at the SBC center…..
Hubie Brown, Dr.Jack, the former Portland Trailblazer coach, his redhead of a center, Big Bill Walton, waiting for the tip off, the motion offense…..
Dr. George listened to these erudite coaches turned analysts….The Pistons like Dr. George were on their heels. The Spurs came storming out from get go like Afleet Alex at the Belmont Stakes…He could see in their energy, they were young unspoiled by the Motown experiences..Parker dating, Ginobili recently married, Bruce Bowen also married Horry (five rings) had been San Antonio Spurs from their NBA day one…..they could do no wrong ,chasing their dream.
IX
The Champs were defensive giants but they had been around, talented castoffs, playing for several franchises before landing with Larry Brown. Not they were corrupt.. Nobody would say that Dr. George, but they had been around the block as had Larry Brown Therefore the two Wallaces, Rick Hamilton, Prince with his 7 foot 2 inch wing span, their clutch point guard Chauncy Phillips were reaching the rim of their learning curve…..
X
Between Michael Jackson having a proclivity for being and becoming a rock star, OJ renting Hertz cars, Martha Stewart making a phone call to her broker, and Billy Graham making the scene in Flushing, spelling out the case for a Higher Power in the big Apple’s cosmos, notwithstanding Allah being evident at 9/11, it causes one to be spellbound and speechless at the same time.
A Robert Horry record breaking Jordan “swish” from downtown.
June 16,2005…to be ...November 12,2010 Duarte, California
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