ST. LOUIS SUNDAY

Who can forget the great classics like Casablanca,
Rebecca, King Kong, Boy's Town, the Wizard of Oz, Meet Me in St. Louis (no, I'm not prejudice), I could go on and on and on but you already know that, don't you?

The greatest inspirational movies to me were movies
like, Sergeant York he went from being a nobody to a somebody!

Jim Thorpe- All American,
a Native American who went from being a nobody to being a somebody!

 The Lou Gehrig story, the Hunchback of Notre Dame... all men who overcame major obstacles in their lives to obtain victory in a way that only those who have suffered and been poor can understand. (Doesn't that sound like reverse elitism? Sorry!)

After watching "JIM THORPE- ALL AMERICAN"
I started-running and running and running. 

I identified with THORPE because he was a Native American like me. Well, part of me is Cherokee. That rhymes!

I could not run 12 miles through the hills like Jim
Thorpe, because I lived in St. Louis. So, I would run in alleys, through playgrounds, down sidewalks, around Skylark bowling alley. (I always thought that was a cool name for a bowling alley)

Pin setters

In my imagination, I would hear the Indian drums beating in my head just like big Jim Thorpe as I ran. I can’t run like he did, so long ago, but those drums still beat in my Cherokee heart. 

Do you think that’s a bit too corny? Me too. You can disregard that last statement. Thank you, your honor.

By the way. "Soft bed makes Little Boy” soft!” (Rent
the movie, you will understand)


I was a little strange as a youth. (As a youth?)
When I watched movies or television shows I 
became the characters I had just watched, in my little imagination.

Tarzan, Superman, Zorro, the Lone Ranger, (the dude was soooooo humble he would ride away before people could thank him. (“Who was that masked man? I wanted to thank him!") 

Sergeant Preston and his dog King. (Yes, I became King too), 

Jim Bowie, Cheyenne Bodie, Robin Hood, Hoss
Cartwright and even Shirley Temple ...little Curly Top.

No, wait, uh, um, I was just putting you on about Shirley Temple. (You boy's are such thavages.)

To sum up this whole ball of wax in a nutshell and all
wrapped up in a ribbon and bow),
all I am or will ever become can be attributed to
television and movies. (Sad, isn't it?)