Biopic of the year, 2014.
February 6th, 2013
“You know, life offers you such weird choices. I remember in 1983 I had a biology teacher — I can’t remember his name right now, but he had that defining ‘turkey neck’ — who used to creep me out. This was at Blazer High School, otherwise known as Pervopolis High. He’d dismiss the class then pop right out the door. He’d wait til I walked out the door, then turn and dog my heels for the next 6 minutes until I went into geometry class. Super creepayyy! I should write a movie about him.” — Jill Willis, Ashland, Kentucky –
“I remember one night, it was real late, 2 or 3 a.m. This was in northern Kentucky, on a dark two-lane road that’s been covered over by Interstate 20. I was hitch-hiking and I got picked up by this guy wearing horn rims and tassel loafers. When I commented on them, he chuckled and said, ‘You really ought to see what I look like when all I’m wearing is my horn rims and tassel loafers.’ I got out of the car fast. Now I see that guy all over the news.” — Bill Glaysneid, Oliver Forks, Kentucky –
“I was in the Army. Basic training. We had this guy who really hated it. Wasn’t cut out for the U.S. Military in the least. Used to call him ‘Turkey Neck’ because, even though he was only our age, he had all this loose skin under here (waggles his neck). I never got his name right. Didn’t really want to know him. Anyway, he got let out of the service because he stood on a deck, eight feet above the platoon formation area, and threatened to jump off if they didn’t let him keep his letters from home tied up in a package with a pink polka-dot bow. Well, pink polka-dots wasn’t exactly smiled on in the military. Least not in northern Kentucky.” — Charlie Dumont, Ashland, Kentucky –
“It’s pretty disgusting when people are willing to spend money to lie about you in public. There’s this so-called public figure who’s afraid I’ll enter the senate campaign in Kentucky in 2014, and he’s already got this TV commercial tearing me up one side and down the other. I think I’ll look up some of my old friends from Paul G. Blazer High School in Ashland. We’ll write us a movie about him. Some of them Kentucky boys and girls are pretty sarcastic, and they’ve got a world of crazy experiences to draw on.” — Ashley Judd, Hollywood, CA –
February 22nd, 2013 at 2:42 pm
Back around 1963 I was hitch hiking from Wayne State U to Bloomfield hills to pick up my girl friend, use her dad’s car and drive back downtown to a semi-formal dance at Cobo Hall. I was well dressed for the occasion. It was January and snowing as it tends to snow in Michigan in January. A guy pulled over and popped open the door. Somewhere around eight mile his hand began to explore my thigh and I had a choice to make. I chose to discuss the matter with him at length (lenght was also discussed), letting him know that I was not interested in an intimate encounter with him, but keeping him talking all the way to my destination. Does that make me cheap?
February 22nd, 2013 at 8:58 pm
Is this the Paul Grissom I knew years ago? Not in the way your intruder knew you, but in a just-friends way? Anyhow, it’s good to hear from you if it is. And it’s good to hear from you if it isn’t.