I was 6 and spending a day with Gramps when I wandered to a deserted sound stage at RJO. I saw this really cool outerspace backdrop behind a dusty old store front and went to get a closer look...
After a few sneezing fits and sticky, gross spider web encounters,
something caught my eye. A small spider drew me to it.
After falling from my attack on its web,
the spider landed a couple feet above the ground and
disappeared inside a small dark hole.
I stepped closer and noticed it was the latch to a trunk.
I cracked myself up at first sight.
something caught my eye. A small spider drew me to it.
After falling from my attack on its web,
the spider landed a couple feet above the ground and
disappeared inside a small dark hole.
I stepped closer and noticed it was the latch to a trunk.
The trunk was loaded with old fashioned
costumes. I pulled at a pair of suspenders
and everything emptied out... The pants were
so baggy I was able to slip them over my clothes.
I kept on my lucky Lakers tee shirt and grabbed
the cool cane -- even though it was more than
half my height.
costumes. I pulled at a pair of suspenders
and everything emptied out... The pants were
so baggy I was able to slip them over my clothes.
I kept on my lucky Lakers tee shirt and grabbed
the cool cane -- even though it was more than
half my height.
I cracked myself up at first sight.
Now that I think about it, I guess that was when I got my first glimpse of what it might be like to be an entertainer. I was in awe, as any kid in my spot would be. That bad fantasy flew out of my head just as quickly as it arrived...
Memory over.
By then, a steady thud was knocking on my head and as Gramps' sermon came to a finale, I had reason to suspect the cane, trunk, and maybe even the newspaper, were trying to tell me something I'd needed to know.
…"Every journalist must have a reliable moral compass. The problem today is that most stories are told solely on their ability to make money. Do you know that Ben himself published the first cartoon? That's how magnificent Benjamin Franklin's hobbies were. Yesirree…" Gramps blabbed on like an infomercial and I was begging for a remote. When he came back from his gospel journey he finished his pickle like it was a fine cigar.
When I read the headline of the paper the man ditched.
It was the first tabloid I ever read.
To this day, that image is tattooed in my skull. I thought for a second it may have been
makeup for a horror movie, then my brain absorbed the headline.
Showering tears and sticky snot epoxy glued the cane to my hand. I shoved the costume back in the trunk -- the magic was totally over. I didn't know what to do with the paper. I wanted it to go away, so I shoved it inside. That's when I realized there was a face on top of the black cane that matched the latch where the spider crawled inside.It was the first tabloid I ever read.
To this day, that image is tattooed in my skull. I thought for a second it may have been
makeup for a horror movie, then my brain absorbed the headline.
Memory over.
By then, a steady thud was knocking on my head and as Gramps' sermon came to a finale, I had reason to suspect the cane, trunk, and maybe even the newspaper, were trying to tell me something I'd needed to know.
…"Every journalist must have a reliable moral compass. The problem today is that most stories are told solely on their ability to make money. Do you know that Ben himself published the first cartoon? That's how magnificent Benjamin Franklin's hobbies were. Yesirree…" Gramps blabbed on like an infomercial and I was begging for a remote. When he came back from his gospel journey he finished his pickle like it was a fine cigar.
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