Thursday, February 13, 2014
I had thought I had heard the last of Mike's Hollywood aspirations when we moved him back East. But ...
Several months ago he was in the final cut for a role on The Crazy Ones with Robin Wlliiams. He didn't get the role: No experience. Fine.
Today he got a call from that casting director. They want him to audition for three movie roles and two TV roles. One is a lead role. Fat chance of that, but they called him. How will he do that? The casting agencies have nationwide offices. Baltimore has a fair sized film industry. So does DC. And of course New York New York, the town so nice the named it twice. So he can audition at one of those locations.
If he gets the part, we will see what can be done. Heck his brother's sister-in-law lives in LA. Betcha she can find a place for him.
I went early to the Y tonight. This afternoon really. The snow was predicted to start around 8:00 and I usually leave just after 8:00 if I run, 8:30 if I drive. So that would have been unwise. I got there and it was very busy ... time of day or snow coming? Mox nix. It was busy. But I wasn't clock watching for closing time so I got in more than an hour and I didn't feel rushed.
Hmmm. An idea germinates within.
Since I am not getting in my running with the cold weather and the snow, and since I hate the treadmill, I set up my trike on the trainer. The thing has 0 road miles on it but a couple of hours of trainer time. And I used a couple of stools and a piece of plywood to make a little desk from which I am writing this as I pedal.
So ... BOOM! Yeah I be clever.
Thirty-five tears ago on President's Day Weekend 1979, my dad, one of the world's great snow haters, died. Right on the heels of that, we had an historic blizzard. I was assigned the job of snow removal. That meant clearing the parking pads for those coming in from out of town.
Dad had been a great one for doing battle with the state roads people about this or that. And the Harford County director of State Roads was a Knight of Columbus like Dad. In the midst of a snow emergency, I called in a favor. "Hello? I need to talk to Mr Snyder. I know how busy he is, but I thought he might like to know that Ed Nohe died." The guy on the other end knew the name and put me right through to Mr Snyder. "I am so sorry, Tim. Is there anything I can do?"
That afternoon the state plows made a turn off MD152 and came down Friendship Road, a tertiary road, usually the last ones to be plowed. Thanks Dad for being such a pain in the butt.
As bad as that Sunday/Monday storm was, we still had the viewing on Wednesday and funeral on Thursday. The West Coast contingent of siblings, Dick, Dave, and Susan were stuck in Chicago because Friendship Airport (now BWI Marshall) was closed. They rented a car and drove here in under 12 hours on Tuesday and they had a place to park.
So this little old storm? Half as much snow and plenty of warning? Pffft. I laugh in your general direction.