Snowie The Most Beautiful Dog

Initial filming began in Botany Village June 2020. There were two scenes that involved police investigations. The "Train scene" in which "The Running Dude" runs across the railroad tracks before a train came had the train engineer call the police. Also the entire "Beach scene" where The Running Dude emerges from beneath the ocean and runs across the beach had the lifeguards called because the beach was supposed to be closed.
These two scenes and all the drone footage ended up on the editing room floor in Mount Tabor.
The major costume malfunction of The Running Dudes pants sliding down at every run scene was reluctantly left in. Trying to hide that by speeding up the scene on Premiere Pro didn't work.
Technical diffficulties with Movavi Video Editor plus was fixed by setting up an external scratch disk for the long rendering times. (it crashed three times) A spec of dust on the GoPro at the Palisades hiking trail called for a total redo. (which involved over one hour each way traveling time)

Rascal (the rerelease 2020)

YouTube banned and removed this movie in 2009. This is the new release. 2020.
Try to stay awake for the POST-CREDITS SCENE.

After three months of back and forth arguments YouTube decided that my use of The Beatles song "GoodNight" was against feverous copyright laws and they removed the video from my account.
Technically if I was "making money" with my upload then it was illegal. At the time of the removal the video had 17 views and had produced zero dollars income for me.

This clip was made a long time ago, shortly after Brenda's death. It was Jonathans birthday and we had found a back parking lot in an industrial section of Perth Amboy to launch Estes rockets.
After YouTube played Big Bully and Dumb Ass and stole my fucking video )before I could download it) I had lost the original edits and files that I used to make this.
10 years later I randomly came across a DVD in storage titled "Rascal Stuff"
I invited everyone who starred in this movie and everyone responsible for filming it to a huge RERELEASE PARTY on a yacht off the coast of Costa Rico, complete with barbequed pig, steamed lobsters and a live set by the Dave Mathews Band but nobody, including myself showed up.

My first upload attempt August 6 2020 was once again BLOCKED by YouTube because of the Beatles song. I surrendered. I cut out "GoodNight" and put in a clip from the movie Vanilla Sky, the infamous rooftop ending scene. Penélope Cruz and Tom Cruise meet in a lucid dream and say goodbye.
The song titled The Nothing Song (Njosnavelin)
(2001)
by Orri P. Dyrason, Kjartan Sveinsson, Jon Thor Birgisson and Georg Holm
Performed by Sigur Rós.
The story revolves around the main character not knowing whether he's in a state of reality, a dream or a nightmare, so I really related to this movie. Actually I loved it but hid it from the person I saw it with who thought it was a total waste of time.
The song has haunted me ever since I saw the movie and told myself I would use it perfectly one day. Today was that day. Fuck you Beatles and Fuck you YouTube.

Patricia Ann Moon (Aunt Pat) Brothers Wife

Patricia Anne Moon, of Akron, passed away peacefully, surrounded by her family on June 14, 2020 at Danbury of Hudson.

Patti was a graduate of Cuyahoga Falls High School and Akron University, going on to retire as CFO of Allied-Baltic Rubber.

She will be remembered for her great love of animals, her kindness, and her love of family and friends. Her love of travel to all parts of the world and the years spent living in Mexico were some of her most enjoyable experiences. Patti was also a master bridge player and an excellent cook.

Patti was preceded in death by parents Bruce and Anne Myers of Silver Lake, OH.She is survived by her children, Deborah (Terry) Denmark of Akron, OH, James (Tammy Hackenberg) Gill of Doylestown, OH, and Melinda (James Johnston) Smith of Akron, OH; siblings, Larry (Elaine) Myers of Bluffton, SC and Al (Sharon) Myers of Naples, FL; grandchildren, Trisha (Greg) , Jeffrey, Krystal (Jesse) , Nicholle and Taylor; great-grandchildren, Kaylynn, Aubrey, Reed, Airyanna, AJ, Josef, and Teri; partner of 30 years, Lynda Barth, and many extended family members and friends.

The family wishes to extend special thanks to Marquetta (Pebbles) Corn, Scott Claypoole, Mandy Gerber, and Jeanette Scott for their love and dedication to Patti. In addition, the family would like to thank Danbury of Hudson and Hospice of Laurel Lake for their loving care.

Per her wishes, cremation has taken place and no services will be held. Memorial contributions, if desired, may be made in Patti’s honor to The Gill Family Scholarship in care of the Cuyahoga Falls Schools Foundation, 431 Stow Ave., Cuyahoga Falls, OH 44221, or Valley Animal Hospital, 1830 Merriman Rd., Akron, OH 44313.

And your life will be brighter than the noonday; it’s darkness will be like the morning. And you will feel secure because there is hope; you will look around and take your rest in that security. Job 11

I Am Henryk

I Am Henryk
based on a true story

A Screenplay by George Hartman

OPENING CREDITS ROLL

MUSIC: An elaborate electronic space sound. Smooth and as continuous as the moving camera’s journey to earth.

EXT: Deep in the universe, far from earth.

At first what seems to be complicated microscopic images of glowing, duplicating cells slowly pans out into the vast universe. The connection of deep space and deep inner microscopic “universe” is made.
Camera begins weaving its way thru an intricate pattern of yellow, glowing lights connected to a huge bright energy source (Sun). There are millions of points of light connected and communicating with each other.
Flight of camera changes direction and moves down from the points of light. It begins an elaborate downward spiral thru galaxies, planets, gases etc which eventually end up in the Milky and then then earth.
The cameras flight is like that of a swift bird of prey circling the earth and then dipping into the Pacific ocean and quickly gliding across the 3,000 mules of the United States. Gliding across mountains, cities, forests, desserts etc until it reaches New York City and lowers itself even more. It does a 360 around Manhattan and ending up doing a slow rotation around the Twin Towers.
After the opening credits roll the music fades into a bustling aggressive honking street scene.
SLOW FADE IN OF TEXT ON MIDDLE OF SCREEN: “September 11, 2001”

CUT TO
INT: Lucyna’s kitchen

A small crowded Apartment in Queens New York September 2001. Henryk a strong Polish immigrant sits at a small breakfast table with his sister Lucyna eating a breakfast that she made.
He is a big strong man, unusually dark skinned for a Pole. He has a thick head of bushy black hair and wild black eyes to match.
Lucyna is a small humble woman with round glasses and her brown hair pulled back into a pony tail. She works two jobs and looks tired as she serves her brother bacon eggs and toast.

She pours a hot steaming cup of coffee that was on the table in front of her brother Henryk.

(In Polish)
Lucyna: (thru the steam) It is going to be a beautiful day, Henryk.
Henryk: Yes! It will be good weather to work in.

Lucyna: (sits down across from him) I worry about you Henryk.

Henryk: I am fine sister!

Lucyna: You work too hard. New York is a crazy place.

Henryk: (looking down at his plate) This is good bread sister! It is not American sponge bread. Where did you get this bread!
(looks up and bites bread)

Lucyna: Stop changing the subject Henryk! Please be careful out there. You know no English and New York is dangerous. You have a family waiting for you in Krakow…

Henryk: (interrupting) Thats why I am here! I work like pig and send money to my family to build house. This….. because of you Lucyna. I could not do this without you.

Lucyna: Ok my dear, ok. Just be careful. (stands up and starts collecting the dishes on the table)
Do you remember you English lesson Henryk?

Henryk: (frowns in disgust) Awwwww. It is such a baby language! Stupid.
Lucyna: I know it isn’t easy but you must learn if you are to stay here!
That is part of the agreement for you to stay with me remember?

Henryk: Awwww Lucyna!

Lucyna: (loud) What was yesterdays lesson?

Henryk: Awwww I don’t know!

Lucyna: Come on, you remember!

Henryk: (jumps up and starts to walk to the door) I have to go sister!

Lucyna: (stands in front of him and blocks the door) Henryk!

Henryk: His face resigns and he goes into deep thought. Ummmmmmmm….
(after a while, in broken English)
G-G-Good. Morn. Ing. S-S-Sir.

Lucyna: Yes. Henryk! Again!

Henryk: No.

Lucyna: (grabs his shoulders and looks up sternly into his face) Again!

Henryk: Good. M-Morning. Sir. (smiles) Good. Morning Sir!

Lucyna: Again!

Henryk: I have to go sister. I will be late!

Lucyna: Again!

Henryk: Good morning Sir. Good morning sir! Good morning sir!

Lucyna: (laughs)

Henryk:: Good morning sir! (smiles) I have to go! I was late yesterday and I never heard the end of it.

Lucyna: (hugs him) I have to go too. Be careful ok?

Henryk: (pulls away) Yes my dear. And thank you for everything!
(door closes)

FADE OUT.
FADE IN:

INT: Subway Hallway -Day- Long Shot
Henryk is walking swiftly through a large crowd of rush hour commuters. There is a old street musician against the wall playing Sinatra’s “New York New York” with an accordion. It’s very loud and off-key. He looks up at a clock sticking out from the tiled subway wall and it reads 8:03.
He walks quicker, then begins a half jog. The crowd of commuters around him thickens greatly as they approach a narrow stairway.
There is pushing, cursing in all languages, grunting, and Henryk himself gets elbowed harshly in the arm. He probably would have fell over but being in the middle of the crowd keeps him up. As the crowd moves up the stairs with grunts, groans and farts the camera pans into Heryks face.

CLOSE UP of Henryks face.
His face is distorted and his eyes are distant, THE CAMERA pulls back and suddenly Henryk is back in Poland having a picnic with his wife and two children on the side of a stream with bright blue skies and puffy white clouds.

Commuter: Yo Man. (louder) Man. (screaming)Yo man MOVE!

As quickly as Henryk was in the meadow picnic, he is back in the crown. People are jamming into a subway for standing room only. Some people push by Henryk as the doors begin to close. He tries to be the last one in but a big black man pushes him out of the way and takes his place. The subway doors close in front of him.
Henryk gasps and looks at the man that took his place bewildered.
The man smiles and puts his middle finger on the subway window and smiles as it begins to pull away.
Henryk slowly turns around and looks at another clock surrounded by a wire cage on the wall; 8:16.

Henryk: O kurwa

The camera pulls out from Henryks disappointed face and goes up to show Hebryk standing on a dark dirty subway platform with about five other people that couldn’t fit in the train. One of them an older Spanish woman suddenly begins screaming. There are about five rats scurrying across the platform in front of everyone.

Woman: (in Spanish) Oh my god. Oh my god. Get away from me!

One of the rats actually breaks away from the pack and approaches her squeaking loudly.

Woman: backs away screaming) Oh my god. Oh my god. Help!

(still working Continued)

The Fourth Wall

I’m allergic to all the moral corruption that has rained down upon me last few years (sneezes) and Ive become misanthropic. I used to hike in high north Jersey trails and now I drive past them. I used to ride my bike into golden Summer sunsets. Now I’m just fat. I used to write deep dark intelligent poems but now I’m happy.

“I’ll be back you son of a bitch!” I yelled at the blog, and really meant it!
But before I could turn around and revive my imagination forty-five thousand spam emails flooded the inbox. My doctor said you better GO to that referral and said fuck you I take 2000 milligrams of vitamin C a day.

My football team has lost their way, the dog died, Frank tried to kick us out so Kryha bought the place. As she was gathering all her money, loans and signatures she told me I’m a broke loser and that I just exists in life. Just loafing around waiting for tomorrow.
Last night, on the first day of the year 2020, I silenced all the Polish loud talk to make an announcement. NO. Kryha and I are NOT getting married but we did purchase a new mattress from Macys!

She tore down all the flowers and ripped up the gardens. She blew all the leaves into the street. The cold winds still slap the wind chimes and I can hear them buried under warm blankets two rooms away.
I started so many creative endeavors but the hard drive crashed.
The DNA’s of a thousand people sleep in the back seat of my car.

Gwendolyn: Are you going the right way?
Driver: I’m following the digital path thats been sent from space.
Gwendolyn: what??
Driver: I’m following the GPS. Rutherford. Union Ave.
Gwendolyn: yes. It doesn’t look right.
Driver: At this time of the day, the long shadows can create optical illusions.
Gwendolyn:
Driver: My sister had a doll named Gwendolyn once, a long time ago. Maybe 40 years. She still has it on a shelf and brings it down for tea sometimes.* (looks up at rear view mirror)
You kinda look like her.
Gwendolyn: Your sister?
Driver: No. The doll.
Gwendolyn:

*None of my sisters ever had a doll named Gwendolyn. Nor kept any dolls on a shelf after 40 years.

(no tip)

So … Yeah, I’m BACK. Amiright?

Rigor mortis

I know know this: Bobby Orr killed Bernie. Many decades ago I always thought it was his mother. Bobby Orr is dead now too. He died in a drug deal gone bad in New York City and they found his body in a back alley in the first stages of Rigor mortis.
Glenn was fearless. His whole life he was fearless. Since the moment he came out of the womb he was punching, kicking, cheating, stealing and fearless.
Somebody put Bernie’s stiff dead dog body in a bucket. He stood straight out in an advanced stage of Rigor mortis. And not only that but his eyes were wide open.

Somebody told me that Bernie was in the backyard dead. When I went back there to believe it, I wasn’t expecting him to be standing straight up in a bucket, staring at me with wide unblinking eyes. This was, without a doubt the scariest thing I have ever seen in my life.
I ran out of the backyard. To this day, I always wondered who:
1. Put Bernie in the bucket.
2. Took Bernie out of the bucket.
3. Disposed of Bernie’s dead body.

I come to this conclusion. It was either Gunk or Glenn but most probably Glenn. Because he was more fearless than Gunk.
Technically, Bernie was a family dog but he seemed to be with Glenn the most.
The dog was named after a truck driver that my mother was banging at the Carteret Holiday Inn. She met him at the bar there, He was married with kids and on the road all the time hauling truckloads of cheese from Wisconsin to New York.

The Holiday Inn in Carteret stood on the edge of the New Jersey Turnpike at exit 12. It had a huge oversized sign that stood separate from the building. You could see this sign from miles and miles away.
This was the same Holiday Inn that Carol Dooley worked at as a housekeeper for awhile when her and Rebel lived with us before they bought property at Pioneer Plantation.
A few years later this was the same hotel where Barb and Gene held their wedding reception.
And then perhaps a decade after that, this was the hotel I used to sneak in the back door and empty the ice machines for my 8 coolers of Lobster that I used to sell for Beverly’s boyfriend Ronnie.

Bernie (the dog) would wear a denim jacket. I think it used to be Bonitas but she grew out of it and Glenn put it on Bernie. (the dog) So he was a cool dog and that’s probably why Bobby Orr killed him.

Bobby Orrs father was a notorious coke dealer/mobster in Carteret.
He drove a big maroon Cadillac and was always getting pulled over by the Carteret police.
One time, me and my brothers decided to have a porch sale and our mother let us put all our stuffed animals outside for sale.
Bobby Orr walked around the corner, stepped up to the porch, announced that he was “Taking them all.” He then produced a fresh fifty dollar bill to pay for them.
We jumped for joy but our happiness didn’t last long as Joan our mother called Mrs. Orr to investigate and as it turns out he took the money from his fathers stash. Turns out nine year old Bobby Orr was walking around with at least a thousand bucks on him.

Narrow leaf cattail
(T. angustifolia)

I’m in the middle room and I looked out the window to see this:
Glenn was leading a small gang of kids down the middle of Whitman street. Bernie (the dog) was one of the members of the gang as he trotted next to Glenn with his denim jacket on.
Some sights from your childhood you never forget. This was one of them. It was also around the time that Bonita had given herself a haircut. Fuck Bobby Orr. This was a good damn dog and he didn’t deserve to be murdered.

Usually around five o Clock one of us would go out the side door and ring a cowbell. This was a signal that it was dinner time. With nine siblings if you missed dinner you probably didn’t eat.
Here, on this sweltering Summer day in Carteret, Glenn and the gang, that included Grant, were holding a bunch of “punks” that they had just cut from the railroad tracks. “Punks” were the tops of these huge wild weeds that grew over 7 feet tall in the fields by the trestle.
When they dried out you can light the end and it would slowly burn down like a cigar. Punks were particularly handy when we had fireworks or to light cigarettes.
Carteret, a place where you can hear life going by so quickly without you. The constant line of low flying 747’s landing at Newark airport only a few exits away. The ghostly howling of the Turnpike only a block away.
The freight trains screaming and creaking into the late night.

The great gas station heist was still a few years away. Billy Danielle always knew that Frank Zappa was god. He raced pigeons then and to this day he still does, although like everything else it’s become digital. The pigeons have a Radio Frequency Identification tags on them.
I saw Billy a few months ago and he works at an oil refinery off exit 13 now.
His paycheck is so large and complicated he had no idea how much he makes an hour when I so impolitely asked him.
At this time there was still a log cabin in our backyard. Carol and Rebel gave it to us for Christmas one year. One time I caught Glenn drinking and smoking in it. This is because he drank a whole jar of pickle juice as a child.
But now back to the more shocking moment of this story. Bernie (the dog) is dead. He is in a bucket, stiff as a board with his eyes wide open behind the pool. Fin.

Sleep Log #612

i have been

sleeping alot. is there such a thing as too much? too much time travel? too much darkness? well surprise these dreams were filled with sunlight and the sunlight wasn’t from a nuclear attack on nyc. one year ago i asked where would i be now. and here we are. sifting through the ashes of change. M&J bought a new house but in this dream it was a skyscrapping building overlooking the Judahque river. the river was the brightest blue so J wanted to paint the walls orange because #graphicdesign and M was out on the deck yelling down to shawn by the bright blue river. he hasnt shown J his tattoo yet and confided in me that hes scared as hell about her reaction. he is holding a dunkin donuts cup filled with JD and coke. K is also drinking in this dream and telling me that she is a partial therapist, part time theologist, adaquaited numerologist, bi-partisian contracTOR, elo-marine-bio-garderner, flOWER grOWER (please help me my dream is starting to lose)control. that is what we love about (isn’t it) dreams? )anything can happen) M&J are in the spaceship now, my ‘new’ car cant fly like theirs but its history is starting to come out. You know how like, when you are with someone and their history starts coming out?(exposed) as they circle the skyscrapper in Hoboken by the blue river, M is telling us about the lion.
s t o p.
here is where the dream loses it. i realize its a dream but let it roll. thank you for all these colours now. thank you for all the fears i have recently conquered. nothing was handed to us on a silver platter but its amazing how we can all help each other. waiting at the airport. a cat in a pool. anna and her friends bowling in wedding dresses. getting my tie caught is a screen printer. burying my brother. cursing the snow in july. missing my mothers birthday. remembering my fathers death (to the exact hour)3pm june 11 1971 and knowing at that moment, even though he was in boston, that something was wrong. marine biologist. brand new drill. painting the attic floor. my new friend the vending machine, and coffee maker. Powdered forgiveness.

Last year two old friends passed away. I hadn’t seen either of them in many many years. Decades. Several decades. Yet they were, like most old friends are, always there. One lived in Elizabeth NJ, was my old boss, the other was my best friend when I was growing up. He moved to Phoenix Az a long time ago.
When they both found out they were dying they made it a point to contact me. I tried texting but they insisted on talking by phone. Both of them mentioned all these crazy little funny things I did and said when we were friends. They said I helped them. They said I was funny and kind. They were glad to have met me and be friends with me and sorry that life had split us up. When I get down on myself I remember that.
they* were both in the dream. sitting on the edge of the balcony of M&J skyscrapper by the blue river. sipping cokes. looking down at the busy city street below.
Dream over.