Thank You, Langston

MOTHER to SON by Langston Hughes

Well, son, I’ll tell you: 

Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare;
But all the time
I’se been a’climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners, 
And sometimes goin’ in the dark, 
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back;
Don’t you sit down on the steps, 
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard;
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. 

Ever So Thankful

Okay, so today is THANKSGIVING DAY and I appreciate all that...

BUT...

After stuffing my face, I set out on one of my usual walks through the neighborhood.

And boy, oh, boy, did I enjoy looking at the homes of several of my neighbors who are already in the Christmas spirit!!!

I'm gonna be sure to walk the same route on Christmas Eve so I can see how many other neighbors have committed to a dazzling Christmas light display!!!

Oh, and tonight my brother's stepdaughter hosted her first holiday dinner at her new house.

As you can see, she went ALL OUT!!!

Again, HAPPY THANKSGIVING to one and all!!!! 

Showbiz, It's Just Showbiz

Photos by JESSE GRANT

I attended a screening of Mr. Crocket at the recent Screamfest in Hollywood.

It was the first time that writer/director, Brandon Espy, and I saw it on a big screen.

And it was GLORIOUS!!! 

Hearing the audience's reaction to particular scenes truly made my day!!!

While at the event, Brandon told me that our terrific, horror short film was in production as a feature. 

WITHOUT me!!!

I know, for many, that info would have been a tough pill to swallow, but I understood. The people paying for the production wanted an actor who had major credits.

And I am not he.

Of course, I wanted to know WHO booked my role, so Brandon told me.

After I left the screening, I looked up the actor and read his credits. Turns out he was an actor in a TV show I really liked. 

Good for him.

I told Brandon I'd really like to attend the premiere of the feature film.

Production was halted because of the SAG strike. I suspect it'll be up and shooting again soon. I mean, as long as SAG members ratify a vote to end the strike.

Honestly, I'm not losing any sleep over the fact I wasn't booked to expand on my role as "Mr. Crocket."

I understand.

I fully understand.

It's showbiz.

It's just showbiz.

SAG-AFTRA STRIKE ENDS!!!

HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Samsung Selfies

My love affair with Samsung phones began with the purchase of a Samsung Galaxy S3.

I was the laughingstock of my friend group because I didn't cave in to their delusion that iPhones were the end-all be-all.

"iPhones take better pictures," they said.

"Blah, blah, blah" is all I heard.

Well, suffice it to say that since my Galaxy S3, I've been so satisfied that I upgraded to an S6, then upgraded again to an S9+ which I'm currently using.

Yes, I keep my phones for quite awhile because I keep them in great shape.

I gotta admit, though, that some might think I get carried away with all the Samsung selfies I take. 

And yep, every photo on this post is compliments of one of my Samsung phones!!!

Hey, I gotta keep my family in Indiana abreast of what the heck I'm doing out here without them in sunny southern California!!! 😂😂😂

And I gotta show them that being out in the California sunshine looks really good on me!!!

Thanks, Samsung!!! ✊🏿✊🏿✊🏿

Thank You, Mr. David Milch

I just completed reading LIFE'S WORK, a memoir by TV writer, David Milch.

I have an interesting link to the man.

At one point in my life, I worked as a cater-waiter for a terrific chef named Thomas Symon. David's wife, Rita, would sometimes hire Tom to cater Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve. I'd always accept those gigs because they paid double-time.

Anyway, whenever I worked for the Milch family, David was always very pleasant. And very generous. A cater-waiter truly appreciates a great tipper!

At that house, I'd see famous faces from a few of David's television shows. Particularly actors from NYPD Blue. I recall seeing Steven Bochco too.

What I didn't know about are the various addictions that were holding David hostage.

This memoir introduced me to the REAL David Milch.

Not just the rich and famous TV series creator/writer.

The PERSON.

Intellectually, I know that no man is his profession. But usually, you don't know a person beyond his profession. What goes on behind his closed doors is off-limits to our knowledge.

I was moved to read this book because I've spent time in his presence.

In his home.

Around his wife.

Around his children.

Around his beloved dogs.

Yet never knew ONE thing about his internal and external battles.

At 78 years of age, David has truly lived one helluva life. And he has been immeasurably blessed to have his wife, Rita, by his side.

Rita Stern Milch is the LIVING definition of a wife who has stood by her husband...

For better, for worse: his addiction to heroin.

For richer, for poorer: he lost millions unbeknownst to her due to gambling.

In sickness and in health: since 2019, he has been living with Alzheimer's in an assisted-living residence. 

I wish the entire Milch family well. 

May goodness and mercy embrace them for the remainder of their earthly existence.

And thank you, Mr. David Milch, for all the incredible hours of television entertainment and enlightenment you've bestowed upon us.

A thorough book review appears HERE.

Dear Mrs. Althoff

I recently found this note on the corner of Ventura Blvd and Fulton Ave in Sherman Oaks.

I don't know who she is, but I feel pretty confident somebody has a massive crush on her!!!

What I wanna know, though, is if the person with the crush accidentally lost the note...

OR

...if Mrs. Althoff read it, then tossed it!!!

Inquiring minds wanna know!!! 🤔🤔🤔