Thursday, August 29, 2013

and then I invented...

I haven't been to a bar in years. I used to go a lot, not necessarily to drink but that's where a lot of business was conducted in the 70's and 80's. I don't know, but maybe it still is.

It was also where BS reigned supreme.  Get a little alcohol in some people, and you can almost see them ripping off their Clark Kent disguise and becoming Superman or Albert Einstein, Bill Gates,  or...you name it before your very eyes. I was always too embarrassed  (for them) to confront their wild imaginative ramblings head on, so I usually just took that turn in the conversation as my Que to head for home.

And, of course, there's always the chance that one of those wild tales is true!  A  CBS TV engineer friend of mine who had retired and  moved to Florida, was telling me about being in a bar when the news came on the TV and the reporter was reminiscing about the Kennedy years and up came the JFK film of his inauguration speech..."...so ask not what your country can do for you, but ........."

And my friend remarked to the stranger next to him that...."Hey, I shot that film." (Which he had; he was operating the network's number two pool camera that day in 1960.)

Word spread at the bar that the bozo wearing the green jacket claims that he took that film....etc...and he literally got laughed out of the place.

But bars are not the only places where wild stories abound. You can run up on them almost anywhere, even walking down the street.

For years, there were stories of a bizarre looking old lady who would stop strangers on the streets of Hollywood and say, "Would you believe I was once a famous star?"

She finally got arrested a couple of times, not for being a public nuisance, but for shop lifting.

As far as I know, all of those people she accosted basically just ignored her hoping she'd go away.

That's too bad because she could have told them that she was also an inventor
 who, in 1942  secured a patent and gave it to the United States government for a "secret communications System expressly constructed to help in the defeat of Hitler. The patent was for "spread spectrum" devices, which serves as as basis for the technology we use today in cell phones, pagers, wireless Internet, defense satellites and other spread-spectrum devices. She never received a penny for her invention which expired in 1959 and was never used until modern times.

Once known as the most beautiful woman in the world, as she aged she turned to plastic surgery hoping to preserve her beauty but it backfired terribly. 


According to Helen Gent, her biographer, by the age of 50 she was living on benefits, her face so distorted from plastic surgery that her son said she looked like "Frankenstein's monster."

Half her life was a glittering dream,but the second half was a tragic waste.

Rest in Peace Hedy Lamarr.
"The Most Beautiful Woman in the World"
-Ed

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Bee Gees and Rita Hayworth

Some of the things from the internet that wind up in my mail box are just too good not to share.

Here's a very clever one that only people like us will know who the heck all these people are!

Enjoy!

-Ed

Monday, August 26, 2013

Aunt Harriet



Big cat terrorizing Detroit
If Detroit didn't have enough problems, now there's a mysterious Big Cat stomping around what's left of the neighborhoods

The say it's as large as a big dog. But it's a cat...at least that's what they think it is......but no one really knows what it is.

But I do.

It's Aunt Harriet.

I heard all about it on the radio....one Sunday night in 1943.




(SFX: Gong!)
Narrator: "Lights Out--- everybody..."

(SFX: Clock chimes midnight, at each strike, the narrator speaks...)
Narrator: "It... Is... Later... Than... You... Think!"

Announcer: "Lights Out brings you stories of the supernatural and the supernormal, dramatizing the fantasies and the mysteries of the unknown. We tell you this frankly, so if you wish to avoid the excitement and tension of these imaginative plays, we urge you calmly, but sincerely, to turn off your radio... now."
(SFX: GONG!)

Well, my Dad didn't turn off the radio....but he did TURN OFF THE LIGHTS.

The episode that night was called LITTLE OLD LADY and featured LONA ... a college girl who
was vacationing with her friend ALICE who is taking her to meet her AUNT HARRIET...who lives in a big spooky old house way back in the country. After Knocking numerous times, the door finally opens and...a little old lady appears....



AUNT HARRIET:
Who's calling me Aunt Harriet? Who, I say? Who are you?
ALICE:
Why, I'm Alice! Alice Preston!
DOOR OPENING FULL BUT SQUEAKILY
AUNT HARRIET:
(IN A LITTLE CLOSER) Alice! Oh, yes, yes, bless my soul, I know you! Come in! - Come in!



The girls enter the house and after some small talk, Aunt Harriet goes to prepare some tea for the girls.



(IN A LOW TENSE VOICE INTERRUPTING) Lona!
LONA:
What's the matter?
ALICE:
Back there in the shadows - what -
LONA:
I don't --
ALICE:
Something moving --
LONA:
Why - it's a dog!
ALICE:
Oh?
FAINT MEOW OF CAT FAR BACK
LONA:
(IN GREAT AMAZEMENT) Why, no! It's - it's a cat!
ALICE:
(UNBELIEVING LY) Cat? But it can't be!
LONA:
Big as a police dog!
ALICE:
We - we're not seeing things?
LONA:
So dark there-- I can't quite make out --
CAT MEOWS AGAIN, FAR BACK - A SULLEN SORT OF SOUND
ALICE:
(AGHAST) It is a cat!
LONA:
(IN TERROR) Not a cat! Tiger!
ALICE:
Lona, what'll we do?
LONA:
Don't move! If we do, it'll --
DOOR OPENS, BACK
AUNT HARRIET:
(IN FAST) Now here's your tea, young ladies - nice warm tea - just what you need....
ALICE:
(IN TENSE HORROR) Aunt Harriet...
AUNT HARRIET:
What's the matter? What -
CAT MEOWS FAR BACK AS BEFORE
AUNT HARRIET:
(UNDERSTANDINGLY) Oh! He's frightened you!
ALICE:
What - what is it?
AUNT HARRIET:
(SHARPLY) You've got eyes, haven't you?
ALICE:
Yes, but --
LONA:
It's so dark in that corner we can't hardly tell! (LAUGHS) It's - it's not a tiger, is it?
AUNT HARRIET:
(SHARPLY) Don't talk nonsense!
ALICE:
Well, what is it?
AUNT HARRIET:
He shouldn't be here at all! It's much too early for Him!
ALICE:
Aunt Harriet, didn't you hear me? I asked you what it is.
AUNT HARRIET:
(IRRITABLY) What do you think he is?
ALICE:
It - It can't be a cat!
LONA:
Why, he's as big as a police dog!
AUNT HARRIET:
All right, all right, come upstairs! I'll show you to your rooms!
LONA:
There can't be a cat that size!
AUNT HARRIET:
This way! (FADE) This way! I'll show you to your rooms!
ALICE:
But, Aunt Harriet --
AUNT HARRIET:
(SHARPLY) Come along I say! Up these stairs!

Around midnight the girls are just about ready to fall asleep when...

ALICE:
What?
LONA:
Listen!
SOFT PADDED SOUND OF SOMETHING COMING UP THE STAIRS VERY SLOWLY IS HEARD FADING IN
ALICE:
Someone's coming up the stairs!
LONA:
Yes!
ALICE:
My - my Aunt Harriet?
LONA:
It - it's not quite like footsteps...
ALICE:
(IN CLOSE IN A TERROR-STRICKEN WHISPER) The cat!
LONA:
Maybe...
ALICE:
The - the door...
LONA:
Cats....can't.....open doors....
SOFT FOOT-PADS COME IN CLOSE AND STOP
ALICE:
It - it's right outside the door...
LONA:
I can hear, can't I?
ALICE:
Is it...a cat?
LONA:
(ALMOST SHARPLY) Of course it is!
ALICE:
You...you don't think so either, do you?
LONA:
It - it's just sitting there...
ALICE:
Yes...
LONA:
(SHARPLY) Let it sit there!
ALICE:
I'm - I'm so afraid...
LONA:
When morning comes we'll get out of here!
ALICE:
(UP) Aunt Harriet! Aunt Harriet, why don't you answer me?
LONA:
Oh, stop that!
ALICE:
(UP CALLING) There's - there's something outside our door, Aunt Harriet! We - we don't know what it is!
LONA:
What's the use of calling her? She won't answer you!
ALICE:
Why do you say that?
LONA:
Because she hasn't answered us, and she won't!
ALICE:
But she's in the house! She must know --
LONA:
Wait!
FADE IN SCRATCHING SOUND OF ANIMAL'S CLAWS AT DOOR JAMB
ALICE:
(SHARP INTAKE OF BREATH)
LONA:
(TENSELY) Trying...to get in...
ALICE:
As - as long as the door's shut...
LONA:
We - we're safe enough...
ALICE:
(CALLS) Aunt Harriet! Please wake up, Aunt Harriet!
LONA:
(GASPS SUDDENLY) No!
ALICE:
What --
LONA:
Look! The doorknob! It's turning!
ALICE:
(GREAT GASP OF HORROR)


At the risk of ruining the story for you, the door is opened by a cat even bigger than the one the girls had seen downstairs...and it immediately attacks  Lona. Meanwhile, Alice escapes through the window and eventually finds her way to the police station.  The police accompany her back to her aunt's house to confirm her story, but Aunt Harriet denies everything.

ALICE:
No! No! No! I was here! Lona and I did come here! It's a horrible joke, that's what it is! Aunt Harriet, please! Please tell them you're just joking! Lona - where is she?
AUNT HARRIET:
(SLOWLY - DISTINCTLY) I don't know what you're talking about! I never saw you before in all my life!
ALICE:
No, no! That's not true! Aunt Harriet! Aunt Harriet, why do you say that?
SHERIFF:
(INTERRUPTING SHARPLY) Now wait a minute! Wait a minute! I've had about enough of that out of you, sister! Chasing us up here with all that bunkum about cats as big as dogs and killings and all that! You better come along with us!
ALICE:
No, no! Everything I said to you was true! True! (ETC. AD LIB)
SHERIFF:
Joe, take her other arm!
ALICE:
(STRUGGLING) No, no! Let go of me! Aunt Harriet! Don't let them take me away! Those horrible cat-things! I tell you there were two of them here! Don't let them take me away!
SHERIFF:
Don't mind her, old lady! We'll take care of her!
AUNT HARRIET:
(BEGINNING TO TITTER WITH HORRIBLE GLEE) Yes, yes! Take good care of her! Cracked little thing! (BEGINS TO LAUGH HORRIBLY)
SHERIFF:
Now come on, sister -
ALICE:
(SUDDENLY) No! Wait! Look at her teeth as she laughs! Look at her teeth!
JOE:
Mother in heaven, they're - they're cat's teeth!
THE HORRIBLE LAUGHTER STOPS ABRUPTLY WITH HIS STATEMENT "CAT'S TEETH"
SHERIFF:
And her hands! They're - they're claws!
AUNT HARRIET:
(WITH A SORT OF CAT OVERTONE) No! No! Stay away from me!
SHERIFF:
Grab her, Joe!
JOE:
Stop, you!
AUNT HARRIET:
(AS SHE STRUGGLES IT IS MORE OF A GREAT CAT STRUGGLING THAN A WOMAN - THAT IS, HAVE CAT SOUNDS INTERMINGLED WITH HER HUMAN CRIES OF "LET GO OF ME! ETC.")
SHERIFF:
(IN GREAT PAIN) Clawing my eyes! Get her, Joe! She's getting away!
SHOTS - THREE OF THEM
AUNT HARRIET:
(FAR BACK - GREAT HORRIBLE CAT CRY OF AGONY FOLLOWED BY:
THUD OF BODY ON FLOOR
SHERIFF:
(BREATHING HARD) Joe....
JOE:
Dead...
ALICE:
(WEEPILY) Oh, Aunt Harriet!
SHERIFF:
She's no aunt of anything human, I'll tell you! Look at her!
ALICE:
(DAZEDLY) But - but my Aunt Harriet? Aunt Harriet Saugus?
JOE:
Saugus! Did you hear that, Sheriff?
SHERIFF:
So you came here thinking she was Mrs. Saugus, did you, girl?
ALICE:
(WEEPILY) Yes! Yes, Lona and I! And Lona must be dead now! How could my aunt do what she did? How could she?
SHERIFF:
(SLOWLY) This thing is no aunt of yours, child. Your Aunt Harriet Saugus died in this house three years ago! (IN CLOSE) And she left - two cats!
GONG!
ANNOUNCER:
Lights Out, written especially for radio by Arch Oboler, comes to you each Wednesday from our Chicago studios.

And it just now came to you from this blog
-Ed




Saturday, August 24, 2013

The Boys of Fall



Alton Widenhouse 1953
I can smell football season starting to arrive.  Some call it Fall, some call it Autumn, but for me it's always been football season. 

I love the sport, but hate what has been done to it by the "professionals." 

It's no longer a game to teach normal American boys character, competition and sportsmanship but a game for giants and mindless brute strength.

I'll be watching our local high school games.
Carson McLean 1953


You can have your college and NFL games.

I hope your thugs beat the other team's thugs.





Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Operation Greenup

 When they finally put me away in the home (the rubber room section, no doubt) I've left instructions to include a plastic mic (preferably drool resistant) and a cardboard cutout of a TV camera so I can spend my days playing radio and TV.

I've done that all my life, so why stop. And frankly, it's been more like "playing" than work. Am I a lucky man, or what!

As I've mentioned many times, the show I'm doing now up here in Fairfax County Virginia is broadcast on Cable throughout the state and it's on the web as well at www.otpshow.com

And the main attraction for me is it allows me the opportunity to continue to meet people who otherwise I could never meet. A TV show will do that for you.

For example Canada's History Channel recently produced a film titled THE REAL INGLORIOUS BASTARDS (as opposed to the ones depicted in the Hollywood movie). This one was based on Patrick K. O'Donnell's book, THEY DARED RETURN, the true story of Jewish Spies behind the lines in Nazi Germany.

It's the thrilling story of Operation Greenup, the WW2 mission that William Casey, the late CIA director called "the most successful intelligence-gathering OSS operation of World War II. 

And, perhaps the most dangerous.

Franz Weber  Hans Wynberg  Fred Mayer

Two young Jewish-American refugees teamed up with a conscientious deserter, parachuting one perilous night into the Austrian Alps. Their mission was to disrupt a vital supply route between Germany and the Italian front and bring about the surrender of Innsbruck to Allied Forces and bring the war to a close.

But first, they had to find a way to get there. The British air force (RAF) refused to fly them in claiming that it was too dangerous. Flying low among the Alps with their freakish winds, plus flak from German cannons and German fighter planes constantly patrolling the skies seemed to doom the mission before it even got off the ground.

21 year old John Billings

 

 

But there was one American pilot and his crew who thought it could be done. Lieutenant John Billings told his OSS boss (Office of Strategic Services) "... if those three spies are crazy enough to make the jump, then I'm crazy enough to fly them there."

Ed and John Billings

Now that's the kind of hero I want to meet! He told me, among other things last Saturday, that it didn't happen quite that way and there were many other details he mentioned that you will find fascinating. The show should be ready to link on this site in about a month and a half.  

After the war, Billings went into commercial aviation and flew for TWA and EASTERN AIRLINES. He's 90 years old now and .....still flying!  And.....serving others.  He flys Angel Flights.....for people too sick to fly commercial airlines, or people in areas not easily accessible to major airports, etc. 


He has one Hell of a resume:

John Billings still flying
Active Duty Dec 1942 – June 1947


Combat in B24s based In Italy Aug 44 May 45

14 Bombing Missions; 484th Bomb Group, 825Squadron

39 OSS Missions; HSSQ 885th



Post Combat: B24 engineering test at VAAF (Mojave Desert Calif)



General Aviation June 1946 to present

Flight and ground instructor Aug 1946 – June 1948



Airline Aviation



TWA June 1947 – June 1948 DC3

EAL July 48 – Aug 83

Douglas DC3,DC4 DC6 DC7 DC9

Martin 404, Convair 440

Lockheed Constellation



Angel Flight missions Feb 2005 to present 200 and counting



Over 28,000 total flying hours



THE CENTRAL HIGH SCHOOL CONNECTION

What? 

Yep.

John brought his lovely wife, Barbara, to the studio and before the show as we were exchanging small talk, she happened to mention that, like me, she was from North Carolina.

Barbara Barrett Billings 1956

What town, I asked.

"Charlotte."

What high school did you go to?

"Central."

What year did you graduate?

"1956." 

Jimmy Kilgo At WIST

Barbara began mentioning some of the people she remembered from those days, like Jimmy Kilgo, Brooks Lindsay, Grady Cole, etc

Jimmy Stassinos

and the fact that before his untimely death, Jimmy Stassinos was a neighbor of theirs in Northern Virginia when he was working for the FBI.

Now, the reason those of us  in our class don't remember her is because she came in that group of kids from Tech who entered the year after we graduated.

 


Historical Conclusion of Operation Greenup


On the morning of May 3, 1945, the American 103rd Infantry Division of the Seventh Army was ordered to take Innsbruck. When the troops got closer to the city, they saw an approaching car with a white banner made out of a bed sheet. Major Bland West, an intelligence officer, saw a young man with a swollen face jumping out of the car. He introduced himself as Lt. Mayer of OSS, and explained he was going to take the major with him to accept German surrender. Later on West found out that Mayer was a sergeant. Thus, the German troops in this area surrendered to an American sergeant, a Jewish emigrant from Germany.

(John Billings talks to Fred Mayer, who lives in nearby Charlestown, WVA on a regular basis. I mentioned to John how nice it is that they have remained lifelong friends.

"Not yet," he said.

My thanks to John Lomax and Frank Clontz for sending me the picture of Barbara Barret Billings.

-Ed )

Friday, August 16, 2013

Barbara McCall Bennett's HUSBAND, FRANK.

 By Jerry Gaudet

FRANK A. BENNETT
August 31, 1935 – August 13, 2013
It's with sadness that we learn of the passing of Barbara McCall Bennett's HUSBAND, FRANK.

We have this contact information for Barbara
Mrs. Barbara Bennett
204 Peninsula Dr.
Anderson, SC  29626-5634



 

Obituary for Frank A. Bennett

ANDERSON, SC

Frank A. Bennett, age 77, of Anderson, went to be with his Lord on Tuesday, August 13, 2013, at the Rainey Hospice House.

Born in Charlotte, NC, he was the son of the late Harvey S. Bennett and the late Isabel Burgess Bennett. Frank was a 1953 graduate of Central High in Charlotte, NC and a 1957 graduate of Wake Forest University. He proudly served his country as an officer in the United States Army Security Agency. He retired as Director of Advertising and Business Promotions for Phillips Petroleum Company. Frank was an avid fisherman and hunter. He enjoyed caring for and watching wild birds and loved all nature in general. He was an active member of New Prospect Baptist Church, and was a devoted member of the Good News Sunday School Class there.

He is survived by his loving wife of 55 years, Barbara McCall Bennett, of the home; two sons, Frank Brian Bennett and his wife Teresa Willson Bennett, of Ft. Lauderdale, FL, and Dan Wesley Bennett, of Anderson, SC; as well as many nephews and nieces he loved.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by a sister, Doris Bennett Lipsey; a brother, David Gerald Bennett; and an infant brother Harvey Bennett, Jr.

The Funeral Service will be held on Saturday, August 17, 2013 at 3:00 PM at New Prospect Baptist Church with Reverend Tony Smith and Reverend Tom Turner officiating. Interment will follow at the church cemetery.

The family will receive friends at the church, prior to the service from 1:00 PM until 2:30 PM

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to New Prospect Baptist Church Missions or Building Fund, 2503 Whitehall Road, Anderson, SC 29625; or to Hospice of the Upstate, 1835 Rogers Road, Anderson, SC 29621

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

August 15


Coach Madden, Ed Myers
and Johnny Thomason August 1953
That date has stuck in my mind for over sixty years.  I can never forget it, although it only happened once on exactly that day. But it has always conjured up those bitter sweet memories in my mind of...AUGUST FOOTBALL PRACTICE!

90 degree temperatures...  two a days mornings and afternoons... pads... blocking dummies..
(although I'm not sure if  the real dummies weren't the ones charging shoulder first into those inanimate bags.)...wind sprints...

and COTTON MOUTH!

That was a term I was convinced had gone out of existence, since high school football coaches learned that it's OK for their players to drink water during practice.  In fact it's absolutely necessary to prevent possible death from heat stroke.

Today's conventional wisdom among the coaches is:

When you're thirsty, drink some water. When you're not thirsty, drink some water. When you get home from practice, drink some water. When you get finished drinking water, drink some water.

90 Degrees
But, I recently learned via the Internet that the term cotton mouth is not extinct, instead has never been more popular. It's very common among today's "pot heads," who get it on a regular basis by smoking "weed."

So, there goes my story idea.

However, that doesn't mean when I get to that big practice field in the sky that I'm not going to look up our old coaches, look them straight in the eye and say, "See.......just because you caught a bunch of us drinking a few drops of water out of the shower heads in the field house during one of those August practices...that wasn't a sign of weakness on our parts, it was our God given survival instinct.

You might have well have blamed our hypothalamuses, Dammit!


"Shush....Don't cuss in Heaven, Ed."

-Ed

According to the American Medical Association,
100 percent of heat-related illnesses and deaths are preventable

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Leo

I had just started work for a film company in Washington around 1985 or so, when the boss asked me to try to arrange to have lunch with a man named Leo Willette, who had a lot of influence in government circles among fellow filmmakers. He was a nationally recognized expert in the field of television PSA (Public Service Announcement) production.  

Well, Leo and I hit it off immediately. He was originally from New Jersey, served in the Navy in WW2 then went to the University of Alabama on the GI bill. After that he began his career in journalism beginning as a newspaper reporter in New Orleans, then switching from hard news to sports because he said that he "hated surprises."  And, "as a sports reporter," he added, "you never get a call in the middle of the night telling you to go right down to the stadium because a football game has just broken out."

He went into Television news in New Orleans, and later was an anchor and News Director
in Asheville, NC. The highlight of his journalism career came when he was elected  President of the National TV News Directors Association.

Leo Willette the day we met
  Washington was still basically a "suit and tie" town back then, so you didn't have to be a genius to know immediately that Leo was "his own man."  I had recently purchased one of the first of the extremely small, full frame 35mm cameras that looked like a toy, but produced professional quality photos that never failed to amaze my subjects.

Minox sub miniature camera
He let me snap a picture, but like most others at the time, Leo gave a "thumbs down" to my tiny camera which I had told him was going to produce a great quality picture! In fact I promised to deliver a great big (11X14) quality picture!

He remained sceptical.

We both knew many of the same people and by the time that lunch was over, we were best friends...and remained so until his death.

Unfortunately, as far as a "free-spending" client for my film company was concerned, he was a dud!
He spent his agency's money like it was his own...and he knew every shortcut in the film makers manual. Having Leo and his agency for a client was nice, but we made very little money from that account.

But as a friend, I never had one whose company I enjoyed more!

 Leo had realized a few years before I did that “marrying” the radio/TV business could be hazardous to one's health. She was a fickle bride. That's why he had chosen to abandon TV and go into government; for security.

That's the beauty of working for the government. You always have a job, whether there's anything for you to do or not, or even if you screw up.

However, I did hear of one exception to that rule. In fact, it happened to a guy Leo and I both knew. He was working for one of the agencies on a film about railroads. He had assigned himself the task of nailing down the author, or at least the person who owned the copyright to the song, “I've been working on the railroad.”

He traveled all over Europe in his quest, but after two years returned to this country empty handed.
Not long afterward he found himself neither working on the railroad nor for his former agency.
So, it is possible to get fired from the government, but it's not easy.

When he was in New Orleans, Leo wrote the very first book on “Shooting News Film for
Leo's book on TV Film
Television.” It became the “bible” for TV newsrooms in those early days.  I remember seeing it when I was anchoring WSOC-TV's 11pm newscasts in the late 1950's.

An event he didn't include in the book, but told me about later, was when he was shooting film of a stock car race and had gone down to the infield to get crowd shots of the activity down there. However, he stayed too long and the race started before he and his crew could leave, trapping  them there til the race was over. He missed that evening's broadcast.

Leo always had some kind of “sideline” going.  Mostly for the fun of it. He wrote several books; his most successful was the "shooting news film for TV" and his second one that sold the most copies was a humorous one titled "Leo G. Willette's Cliche Clinic."

He never made much money from his “moonlighting,” but he didn't care; he was just having fun. One idea he had was to print up a bunch of bumper sized stickers made, not for cars, but for the side of homes. The sticker had a picture of a gun and said “Creeps Be Gone!”

Leo and Lee at WW2 Video Headquarters
 Leo and I remained close friends long after I left the film business. He had the greatest sense of humor of anyone I have ever known.  Just sitting down and having a cup of coffee with him was like being at a party. He knew every joke ever told and could entertain an entire room at the drop of a hat.

It was one Saturday morning when we were having coffee at the Roy Rogers Restaurant in Arlington when he and I decided to start a business venture that surely would make us both video moguls.

This was in the middle to late 80's and home video players had only recently come on the scene. VHS and Sony's Betamax machines were still battling it out. Leo and I thought it would be a great idea to purchase copies of a few successful government films (government films were in the public domain), duplicate them and offer them to the pubic for sale.  The films we chose were those made by the great Hollywood Director, Frank Capra, during WW2 called "WHY WE FIGHT."

They were propaganda films, but they were OUR country's
propaganda, and they were historical.

It seemed to us that the idea had a lot of merit.  There were millions of  those new fangled video machines in American homes and people were clamoring for shows to watch on them, so how could we fail? Even if only one percent of homes with video players bought our tapes....or even a half percent....

Talk about sure things.

The Roy Rogers restaurant became our corporate headquarters; The Home of WORLD WAR TWO VIDEO. We met every Saturday morning to discuss strategy  We bought the Frank Capra Masters and 4 or 5 VHS and BETA machines for duplicating purposes; placed small ads in several magazines we considered likely to appeal to people who would be interested in WORLD WAR TWO VIDEOS.

It was time now to sit back...and wait for the money to come rolling in!

And wait.

Finally, our first order "rolled" in.  We thought about framing that first check...and as it turned out we might as well have, because it bounced.

After a few more weeks of disappointment at the mailbox we finally realized that the public didn't want to BUY shows to watch on those new home machines, they wanted to RENT them. Furthermore, they wanted Hollywood Movies.

Before World War Two Video finally bit the dust we had probably cleared a total of $100.
But, just because WW2 Video no longer existed was no reason for the Board of Directors (Leo and Me) to stop meeting at Roy's every Saturday morning. No indeed.

Like I said, having a cup of coffee with Leo was like being at a fun party.  We kept this ritual up for
about 3 more years. It finally ended when he retired and moved to the peaceful mountains of Tryon, North Carolina.

Leo Willette in 2004 with the "toy camera" picture I took in 1985
Had he not, I have no doubt that there would have been a book written titled, HOW WE MADE $100 IN THE VIDEO BIZ!

Leo passed away in 2006 at age 78.

It was purely coincidental, of course, but the Roy Rogers in Arlington, home of WW2 Video was torn down around that same time.

RIP, Leo.

-Ed

Friday, August 09, 2013

August LDL



This month's "LDL" (Let's do lunch) will be held on
Tuesday, August 13, 2013, 11:30 AM
at "Jimmies" in Mint Hill.

I don't know who names these things, but August is "officially" 

 

National Admit You're Happy Month






 

                                                    National Catfish Month







and National Romance Awareness Month 



And the 13th day of August is:

LEFT HANDER'S DAY


If that's not more than you want to know about August 13....
There's more:
  • Sinistrophobia is the fear of left-handedness or things on the left side.
  • While many people are left handed, very few are 100% left handed. For example, many Left handers golf and bat right handed. On the other hand, there is a high percentage of righties who are 100% right-handed.
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  • Tuesdays are Lefties luck day.
  • Only about 10% of the population is left handed.
  • During the 1600's people, thought left handers were witches and warlocks. 
  • International Left Hander's Day was first celebrated on August 13, 1976. It was started by Lefthander's International.
  • They say everyone was born right handed, and only the greatest overcome it. 
  • It is believed that all polar bears are left handed. 


But the important stuff is for you to be there.  Invite other classmates, or interesting friends looking for a good time!