Sunday, February 20, 2011

Guess who's going to be in a movie?

That's right, ME!

I'm going to be "featured extra/walk-on" for the independent film, 'Girl Clown'. The film is being made by Crystal Scott in New York City in the spring, so it's just a short wait and a train and subway ride away.

I emailed Crystal Scott, the writer and woman making the film, what she had in mind for me. Here's her reply.

Hi Tony,

I'm so glad you live so nearby and can be in the film!!

Well, the featured extra/walk-on role will be written just for you.
I'm thinking you'd make a GREAT clown..we have a super-fun clown scene, with clowns getting ready for a party. It's my favorite scene in the film. Let me know how you feel about that! If you don't want to be a clown, we'll write you a different role, BUT I think you'd be perfect.

Thanks again, and I hope you have a great Sunday!

Best wishes,
Here's a description of what I can expect the day I film.

You will be costumed and made up and spend all day working on the set! Your name will be featured in the credits as an actor, and on IMDB.

I'll be sure to keep you updated about my new adventure as an actor.

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Rest in Peace Ma HNT

I lost my step mother passed away after loosing her battle with cancer at the age of 85 years young. In early December Lori and I went to Florida for a vacation and we were fortunate to get together with her. Little did I know that would be the last time I'd see her.

I met Aunt Ruth, my step mother "Ruth Fleming Wilson Chliek" when I was about 10 or 11. Aunt Ruth and her first husband were friends with my mom and dad. They had two boys about the same age as my older brother and me. We all spent a lot of time together, but eventually our parents grew apart and were divorced. My father moved out and I lived with my mother, older brother and younger sister. That is, for a few more years.

A year or so later, my father and Aunt Ruth got married and moved to New York. My step brothers Eddie and Ricky lived with them.

That was 1963, and would have made me about 15 years old. I lived in Jacksonville Florida with my mom and sister. My brother was in the Navy by then. My sister was fine, but I was difficult to control and hanging out with "the wrong crowd". You know, smoking, drinking, beating up people in school, breaking into lockers, cutting classes and threatening teachers if they didn't give us passing grades. You know, all the usual things delinquents did in those days.

It had finally gotten too much for my mom to bare, so with one days notice, I was put on a bus for New York to live with my father and step mother. I arrived at the Port Authority bus terminal in mid town Manhattan with little more than the clothes on my back and a pair of shoes so worn, that the soles flapped as I walked. To say I was poor is an understatement. The $60 a week my mom made didn't go very far. The school hot lunch was my "big" meal of the day.

I was welcomed with opened arms by my dad and step mother. I can't say the same for how I welcomed them into my life. Sure I was happy to be back with my dad, but not so happy to be with someone I always called Aunt Ruth. My father wanted me to call her mom now. No way, I had a mom and Aunt Ruth sure wasn't it and I let her know it. "You're not my mom, I have a mom".

For, I don't know how long, I wouldn't even call her by name, not even Aunt Ruth. To me, she was "her" and "she". One day "she" wanted me to tell my father that "she" wanted him. I went outside and called out to my father, "She wants you!" He replied, "Who wants me?" My answer was, "You know, her." Eventually I comprimsed and called her Ma.

I'm sure it hurt my dad and step mom very much that I was rejecting her, but I really had no idea. I was the one that was hurt. The one that had been rejected by my "real" mother and was suddenly dumped on a bus to who knows where. I was happy where I had been and I didn't want to leave.

You know what? It was the best thing that ever happened to me. God only knows what would have happened to me if I had stayed in Florida. It was 1963 and prejudice was the norm. Race riots weren't uncommon. My friend's older brothers and father's were part of it all. If my mom hadn't shipped my off to New York, I'm sure I would have wound up part of it too. It may have even cost me my life.

It took me many years to figure that out, but thank God I did. I was finally able to forgive my mom and one day thanked her for loving me that much. That she gave me up to give me a chance for a normal life. That she gave me to a woman that would take me in, and treat me as if I was one of her own. To give me a "normal" life.

Thanks "Ma", I wouldn't be where I am today without you.


Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Another Hot Tub HNT

Last week I posted a picture of me in the hotel hot tub watching TV and drinking a gin & tonic. Lori was disappointed that I didn't post one of the more "revealing" pictures she took. I wonder if this is what she had in mind. ;-)

I guess I'll soon find out.

Happy HNT Baby! Remember, I love you!