Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Tweet Paul Anka sold out the Providence Vets Auditorium last night, about 2,000 people, with a tremendous show: no warm-up act, a great band, and him, singing for two hours without a break. He did two encores and received a 12-minute standing ovation. Of course, my personal trainer said, “Do you mind if I ask who Paul Anka is?” and I said, “Do you mind if I drop a 45-pound weight in your general vicinity?” But if you were into …




I Gotta Be Me

Tweet The extraordinarily talented Sammy Davis, Jr. used to sing this rather treacly anthem and make even it sound wonderful: I Gotta Be Me. Yesterday, I had the privilege of working with ten top consultants in an improv class (assisted with great talent by my son who teaches these skills to other actors) and then applying the skills to office and meeting settings. Next to us in the hotel was one of these conventions of 500 name tags, multiple meetings, …




Vroom

Tweet I picked up my first Vette in 40 years from my Bentley dealer today. (That’s an ’86 Rolls in one of the photos.) I was immediately back into manual shifting without a problem. But the car’s electronics are going to require a night of reading.


Newest Projects

Tweet (My thanks to famed actor Grace Serrano for teaching my how to focus for close shots. This took her .5 seconds and would have taken me three weeks.) A B-25 Mitchell and B-24 Liberator (I piloted the latter years ago, the only one in existence certified to fly) in 1/48 scale. Next up: A B-17.  


Words I’ve Never Used in Certain Combinations

Tweet • I think I’ll just run a vacuum. • Let me stop and get directions because I’m sure I’m lost. • A Victoria’s Secret show, no, I have a bowling night. • Am I driving over the speed limit? • This sushi is moving so I’d better eat that first. • Who can get me tickets to a Justin Beiber concert? • The shirt is a little wrinkled, maybe I should iron it. • Well, it would be a …


Air Cover

Tweet I’m doing some writing and looking out into the back yard. A squadron of crows lands in the trees, jet fighters, combat air patrol. In the distance, I see a hawk, a light bomber, circling the area. Then, I first feel and then see the slow flapping wings of one of our eagles, heavy bomber, cruising through the area. The ground forces comprise Bentley, racing through the snow like a demon. There isn’t a squirrel, varmint, or even small …