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A Proud Moment in Film


A few months ago, a group of us decided to produce a film called, “Two Tears in a Bucket.”  The script was written by a new friend of mine, Dave Garcia.  He asked me to take one of the roles and line produce the picture.  I was not terribly busy, so I agreed. 

I’ve never had anything whatsoever to do with film in my life before this.  Nothing.  Not one tiny thing. 

It was going to be a lark.  Sure, I’ve produced many theatrical stage productions before, but this was a new adventure and I’m always up for a new adventure. 

We cast the film, worked out the logistics and began rehearsals, which I think are important.  I did the acting coaching, some of the directing, location management, scheduling, budgeting, and many of the other activities a line producer does.  The more I got into the process, the more enjoyable it became.  I realized that I was actually pretty good at this.  Although I had no formal training, after thirty years involved in theatre, I understood the concepts. 

Our cinematographer/editor came along and we were ready.

In the middle of this process, we were fortunate to do a tiny little six minute film, “Out of the Frying Pan,” which, incidentally, can be seen on YouTube. 

This film was a great training ground for us.  We learned what we could do and what we couldn’t do given our limited resources, limited time, and limited experience.  We were fortunate to have amazing people around us to get it done at all.

Once we were ready to begin filming, “Two Tears…” we felt as though we had a head start.

Tonight, a few of us gathered to see the first cut of our film.  I was prepared for the worst.  We’d done our best, but with few exceptions, we were neophytes. 

What I saw tonight was a surprise and a pleasure.  The first cut of our film was a testament to all the dedication, love, and effort everyone had pulled together for this project. 

The film is now going to the composer for the score.  Rick Dean Sumners has the responsibility to reflect the heartbeat of the piece.  Yet, another joyful connection in my life because I’ve know Rick a long, long time and know that he’s going to do a superlative job.

We have a real film developing here, ladies and gentlemen; a film of which I am so deeply proud.  I can hardly wait for you to see it.

This is what comes from true collaboration and focus.  At this point in my life, I suppose an old dog can learn some new tricks.

The process, quite honestly, has been a rollercoaster of emotions for me, but worth every moment.  I suppose that’s what comes from being willing to take the risk to make yet another dream come true.

Time for a New Wardrobe


James and the Amazing Technicolor DreamHeart

James and the Amazing Technicolor DreamHeart

To tell the truth, I simply don’t have the money for a whole new wardrobe; however, I don’t think that’s what I’m thinking about right now, anyway.  I’m shopping for a whole new emotional wardrobe to wear. 

For the last fifty years, I’ve been wearing the durable wear of son, grandson, father, grandfather, brother, husband and friend.  Occasionally, I try on artist and leader, but most of all, it’s family man.  

My children are in their 20’s, 30’s and 40’s now.  (I know, don’t ask.)  My eldest grandchildren are driving.  It’s time to change my clothes.

I’m buying something red and purple.  Something in royal blue would suit me just fine.  Of course, those are chakra colors that represent my energies that I choose to evolve.  Red is for my passions.  Purple is for my spirit.  Royal blue  is for my inner vision.  Add some green for my loving heart and a smidgen of yellow for my strength, and I’m on the road.

By “on the road,” I mean that quite literally.  I’m going to travel a bit this year in my new drag.  I’m not really sure my husband is coming along since he has to work, but I’m going anyway… and good for me.

Of course, anyone reading this  who has been alive more than twenty years will say, “He’s going through a mid-life crisis.”  Not so, my friends.  There is no crisis here.  It is a choice of joy. 

I will still be all those things, but I will be them from a cell phone or a laptop with an aircard.  See, I know about the latest technology; at least, some of it.

Other will say, “He’s not even very old, so, why is he worrying about ‘changing his wardrobe?'” 

My birthmother died at 50, the same age I am now;  my great-grandmother at 34.  I have a list of medical issues that caused me to receive on the “RealAge” test, the age of 85 years old.  What does that tell you?

So, whether I’m in mid-life or end-stage, I won’t know until I get to that last moment, just like 102 year old Uncle Gene, who’s still waiting to find out.  What I do know, however, is that every moment of this life will be my version of “unapologetically perfect” until my last breath. 

Pull your cars over and get out of my way.  I have the proverbial top down, a brand new set of duds, and enough grey in my hair to say, “Fuck you,” to anyone telling me, “No.” 

And, here is where I bow, grateful that you understand that I’m simply claiming my life in a new way… my way, wearing what I choose to wear… finally.

Beginning and Ending


This old dog is perhaps learning some new tricks when it comes to perception of life.  A realization has appeared about how I have seen my life and the lives of those around me. 

Endings have been so difficult for me for my entire life.  They have caused me such anguish, and I know these transitions affect others in similar ways.  They live with those of us who are burdened with our sadness like albatrosses around our necks.

I spoke with my Aunt Mary today.  She recently turned ninety years old in October.  After nine decades, with all her friends dying around her and her awareness of her own end approaching, she continues to look toward tomorrow.  Certainly, she remembers her past and is troubled with sadness over those who have gone before her; however, she demands her tomorrows in a way that others of her age seem to do.  Perhaps, it is because she necessarily has fewer tomorrows than those of us at fifty, or so we think, that she awakens with a new vibrancy at the dawn. 

In the late night of her life, she continues to see her mornings.  I love that about Aunt Mary.  Maybe someday, I will love my mornings in the same way.  It may be beginning now and that would be a good thing. 

I can’t help but wonder what my older grandchildren, who are now in their teens and pre-teens, are learning from how I live my life.  I’m not that old, but still I am their grandfather and, as such, am modeling generational life to them.  They are learning how to age from me and their other grandparents. 

Are we sadly struggling with each day?  Are we lifting ourselves from our beds ready for a new adventure?  I must ask them at some point soon how they are perceiving us, their elders and ancestors. 

I saw a picture of myself today at a concert by a band that one of my former students is in.  I saw a man who is certainly older, but still vibrant and ready.  It made me so happy.

The time has come for me to take a page out of my beloved Aunt Mary’s Handbook of Life and dance and sing and laugh and visit and share as though I won’t be alive forever.  The truth is, I won’t be.  After a heart attack, two strokes, pre-diabetes, high cholesterol and blood pressure and early emphysema, I know I won’t be here forever.  I may not even make it to Aunt Mary’s age. 

My faith and my life experience has taught me that I can, however, live a life of joy and truth, intimacy and vibrancy for every minute I am here.  All I need do is commit to the choice.  Of course, I grieve for those who have gone before me, which has included all of my direct-line ancestors except for one, my birth-father.  Even my younger brother has departed before me.  But, these loving people can also be reminders of my mortality and how important it is to live and love my life with my eyes, hands, heart and spirit wide open. 

What a great tribute to my deceased family and a grand legacy to those who are following my generational path if I do so.

Old Dog, New Trick


Those days when I feel like a high school student again learning something new are my best days.   Days similar to when I was not yet a dozen years old and my father, the pharmacist, taught me to read and write in the Latin prescription abbreviation lexicon, such as q.i.d. meaning four times daily, help me feel empowered by the fact that my still available brain cells are in fully working order.

Today was just such a day.  I read State Attorney General Edmund G. “Jerry” Brown’s official response as an amicus curie regarding Proposition 8.  This brief, filed in anticipation of the upcoming hearing about the constitutionality of Proposition 8, was lucid and vibrant in its language.  AG Brown hit every salient point in his attempt to respectfully remind the California high court of the specific law and precedent regarding this case.  As a citizen who remembers when he was referred to Governor Twinkie, I am especially grateful to The Honorable Mr. Brown for his insightful and powerful points of law.

Amongst his many important points, Mr. Brown reminds the court that in Article 1, Section 1 of the California Constitution, our citizenry is imbued with inalienable rights afforded to all its citizens.  Not unlike our Federal Constitution, these rights are to be wholly ensured for the entirety of the population without prejudice.

I am no lawyer and I have not done any research on the case law whatsoever.  I can only say that reading his words gave me hope; a hope that resonates within me back to a time that may have even been before my own birth.  In these last few months, I have learned that I can, once again, have the pride and hope in my state and country that we are moving in the right direction and that everyone will be given a map for the journey there.

When my Aunt Mary would bake one of her delicious chocolate cakes for my birthday, my mother would make sure everyone at my party would get a piece and that each piece was the same size.  She would remind me, if I happened to complain that I was the birthday boy and should have the largest piece, that I did nothing to earn the cake.  This dessert was simply a way to celebrate with everyone the event of my birth.  Everyone there got the same size piece of cake.  It was automatic.

Mr. Brown has suggested to the court that everyone should get an equal share of the cake in the State of California.   He is promoting  the concept that whether one is homosexual or heterosexual, Asian or American Indian, short or tall, young or old, no one has earned the right to have a larger share of happiness in their lives.  We are each entitled, by our very citizenship in this state, to the right to be offered a slice of California life and joy equal to anyone else’s.  Whether one chooses to accept is up to them, but the offer must be there in the first place.

Certainly, Mr. Brown did not talk about cake or height or age, but that is what I read between the lines. 

Is it possible that the signateurs of all the Amici Curie in this case who support the overturning of Proposition 8 all believe similarly with regard to the law, even if, in their private lives, they may feel differently?  Can it be true that a small majority of a population can vote to erase the codification of joy and then be held accountable for that blatant discrimination?  Apparently, these things are true.

There are many who wrote in support of Proposition 8.  They, too, have the right to speak freely and put forth their cause before the court.  From the briefs I read on their part, I was a bit shocked at what I read; however, I know that beliefs long held are strong.

I have no idea how the court will rule.  I know what I want to happen, but fortunetelling, especially in this day and age, is a bit beyond me.

Thanks to Mr. Brown, however, I have found another level in my resurgence of hope.