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In the long ago and far away, I left Minnesota and ended up in Los Angeles. Volunteering at a theater as an usher, I met Fred Pinkard, an African American actor who guest starred in television shows and was in Rocky II; never famous but almost always working.
I needed work and he put me together with Ron Bernstein who owned Adagio, a little “Cafe California” kind of restaurant down the street from Paramount. As a favor to Fred, Ron hired me. I was not good. I was actually going to be fired. I could feel it.
Staying up half the night one night, I kept thinking about it and worked out a system. The next day everyone on the staff gathered round me at the end of my shift and asked: what happened? I had worked out a system. I went from being the worst to the best.
Late at night after all the customers had left, Nik Buian, the manager and I, would crank up the music system and pull out all the bottles of wine that had been left behind with something in them. We’d drink them, talk about life and fold napkins for the next day, sometimes to four in the morning.
We’d listen to The Eagles non-stop. They were his favorite and I can never hear “Hotel California” without thinking of those nights with Nik, folding napkins, learning about wines and sharing good times with a good friend.
Eagles founder Glenn Frey died today at 67. Not much older than I am.
I am surrounded by mortality this week. Wednesday I will be giving a eulogy for my friend Paul, much of it written but in need of a bit of burnishing. My friend Paul, David Bowie, Glenn Frey and I now find I am at the time of my life when friends are beginning to go and it is sobering.
Life is sobering. As I am sitting in my dining room the world is full of all kinds of travails. I know that and am frustrated because I can do so little to change any of it.
This morning I had a conversation with an old work friend who confessed to me how scared he is about this coming election. No one appeals to him; they all frighten him and he will vote based on which one frightens him less.
This is not good. It seems worse than the choice between the lesser of two evils.
Extraordinarily there was a debate in Parliament today about whether to ban Donald Trump from the UK because of “hate speech.” Now it is the purview of the Home Secretary to ban someone from the UK but it was an extraordinary opportunity for the Brits to weigh in on the American election process. One member of Parliament described Trump as “an idiot.”
He is far from that. He is manipulative, decisive and pandering. He is bringing out the worst of us. He reminds me of the crass politicians of ancient Rome and that’s not good.
What is good is that today is Martin Luther King Day and we are remembering an extraordinary man who changed the fabric of American life. He taught black Americans to move beyond their fears and called to white Americans to be the best they could be. When he died I was but a boy and already reeling from the death of JFK. His death and that of RFK mangled my mind, probably for the rest of my life. I still reverberate with all those deaths from the ’60’s when I was young and realizing the world for the first time, making my first realizations of what life was about and what life seemed to be about in those days was killing.
And it hasn’t changed. We have not had many high profile murders as those but we have fallen into the grinding news of killings on a daily basis all over the world, killing that is disgusting, motivated by twisted religious beliefs as the Nazis twisted people into genocide.
Letter From New York 06 01 2016 Random Thoughts from the Vineyard…
June 2, 2016It is Wednesday evening, the 1st of June and it has been a lovely day on the Vineyard. I woke to a brilliant sun, skiffing off the water in the harbor, glinting up into my room.
It was a quiet day at Edgartown Books. I came home relatively early and am sitting down to write a letter while the sun slips away, beneath clouds that are rolling in from the ocean, promising a cooler and less brilliant day tomorrow.
Before his death, my father was the Minneapolis Manager for Taystee Bread and all of his children were taught to straighten up the loaves of our bread in any market we went into. I am feeling that way about the books in the shop. If I see something out of alignment, I get itchy to go fix it, make it neat.
Before leaving the house today, I checked the news online.
Documents from Trump University and statements from its former employees made the “university” sound more a scam than an educational opportunity. One manager called it a “fraudulent scheme.” Ouch. The principle seemed to be sell, not educate.
But, it must be noted, the program did have its supporters.
If elected, Trump could become the first President elect to have to testify in a fraud trial against himself.
Hillary Clinton seized the day and the news, using the Trump University documents as a reason to call Trump a fraud. I am sure he will call her a loser; he thinks everyone but him is a loser.
Later in the day, my phoned pinged with a news update: there was an apparent murder/suicide on the campus of UCLA. The reasons are yet unknown; it appears a student shot a professor and then himself.
A French ship has detected another sort of ping, from one of the Black Box recorders from the Egypt Air Airbus which crashed into the sea.
Saudi Arabia, which is attempting to diversify its oil economy, has invested $3.25 billion in Uber, which also looks at the Mideast as a great place to grow its business. And since Saudi Arabia doesn’t allow women to drive, having the service may give its women more freedom.
In Mogadishu, capital of tattered Somalia, a car bomb went off and killed at least 15.
While watching the news with Jeffrey, I discovered that today would have been Marilyn Monroe’s 90th birthday, had she not died in 1962. From the time of her discovery until her death, she lived 17 tumultuous, star crossed years and remains one of Hollywood’s most potent icons.
Once upon a time, in my early days in Hollywood, I did research for some Hollywood writers, among them Richard Lamparski who wrote all the “Whatever Became Of…?” books. He called her death “a good career move.”
Tragically, he was right. In death she has earned far more than in life. While Elizabeth Taylor was earning a million a film, she was being paid a hundred thousand. Monroe’s estate has carefully managed her assets and through licensing has made millions every year.
I remember as a little boy bringing in the morning paper with huge headlines: MARILYN MONROE DEAD. I couldn’t believe it. But it was true. And she is wound together in the Kennedy mythology because she reportedly slept both with John F. and Robert Kennedy.
It is even said she called Jackie to tell her that she was having an affair with Jack Kennedy. Reportedly, Jackie responded: go ahead, marry him. Then you have all the problems.
My god, but what figures played on the world stage then. The Kennedys, all of them… Marilyn Monroe, Elizabeth Taylor, Jackie Kennedy Onassis, Martin Luther King, Lyndon Johnson, great figures who dwarf what we offer today.
Obama and Hillary Clinton will go down in history. He the first black President, she, win or lose, the first woman to credibly march toward the Presidency.
But my childhood was filled with giants and there are few of them left. Jack Kennedy may have been one of the most flawed men to sit in the Oval Office yet we cannot not seem to love him and his era.
That Trump is a serious contender for the Presidency points to the paucity of spirit in this time. Really, Trump? A bombastic, narcissistic loon who seems more related to Mussolini than to Lincoln is going to be the Republican nominee for President?
As someone who is, I think, a thinking American, I am APPALLED.
However, as a commentator said the other day: hey, it’s 2016, anything can happen.
The light has faded over Edgartown harbor and as my battery grows low on my laptop, I must cease.
Really, Trump? This is the best the Republicans can do? Where is Everett Dirksen when we need him?
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