Sunday, January 31, 2016

Fourth Lake, Chapter 13


On Monday morning, August 5. 1974, Judy sat alone on their deck looking out over Fourth Lake.  Phil had driven into Inlet to put gas in their car.  He had sheepishly promised her that he would stay clear of the grocery store.     

During breakfast, Judy had heard the following report on the radio:  After attending a meeting of the Senate Rules Committee discussing rules for an impeachment trial, Senator Robert Griffin, the number two Republican in the Senate, issued a statement to the media, which read in part, “I think we’ve arrived at a point where both the national interest and his (President Nixon’s) own interest would best be served by resigning.  It’s not just his enemies who feel that way.  Many of his friends, and I count myself one of them, believe now that this would be the most appropriate course.”

Judy was wearing one of her brightly-colored bikinis to show off her body and a sun visor to protect her face.  She was starring intently at Dollar Island as if she was waiting for some type of an answer from it.  Suddenly, Joe Williams was standing beside her.

“Good morning, Judy.  How are you?”

“Oh!  Good morning, Joe.  I’m fine.”

“What are you looking at with such intensity?”

“Dollar Island.  I’m so fascinated with it.  It’s so mysterious.  The privacy it must offer intrigues me.  It must be wonderful for the owners to spend time there.  Do you know them?”

“I know who they are, but I’ve never met them.  I’ve never been too curious about the place.”

“Wouldn’t you like to go there, say with your girlfriend, and have all that privacy?  How romantic?”

“That depends on the girlfriend.  I wouldn’t take just any woman.  It would have to be the right one.”

After that last remark, Judy studied the expression on Joe’s face to see if he meant what she thought he meant.  Finally, she said, “If you wanted to go there, with the right woman, how would you go about it?”

“First, I’d rent a canoe for a couple of days.  Then, I’d pack everything I wanted to take with me.  Finally, late one night, after this town fell asleep, I’d shove off to Dollar Island for an experience of a lifetime.  You’d have the whole place to yourselves.  I’m sure there would be no problem getting into the mansion.  If you need any more advice, knock on my door.  Anything you need, I can make it happen.  See you later, Judy.”

Joe walked away from her with that big smile on his face.  Judy was not quite sure about what he really meant. 

After a lunch of baked beans and potato salad with cold beer, Judy and Phil saw a report on television in which General Haig read a statement to waiting reporters that was written by President Nixon regarding the transcript of the tape of June 23, 1972:  This was a serious act of omission (transcript was at variance with earlier statements) for which I take full responsibility and which I deeply regret.  I recognize that this additional material I am now furnishing may further damage my case, especially because attention will be drawn separately to it rather than to the evidence in its entirety.  Whatever mistakes I made in the handling of Watergate, the basic truth remains that when all the facts were brought to my attention, I insisted on a full investigation and prosecution of those guilty.  I am firmly convinced that the record, in its entirety, does not justify the extreme step of impeachment and removal of a president.  I trust that as the Constitutional process goes forward, this perspective will prevail.” 

Was this the smoking gun that Nixon’s critics were looking for?  Judy and Phil weren’t sure.  But the statement by the president was shocking.    

While Judy was cleaning up after lunch, she again remembered the man that she twice thought she saw.  It was driving her crazy.  But, now she had more important things to do.

“Phil, I want to rent a canoe for the rest of the week.  We can go out on the lake whenever we want.  We can get it today and tie it up by the dock.  It’ll be fun.  Don’t say no.”

He didn’t.  The canoe with paddles and life jackets was delivered before dinner.  Judy and Phil placed the canoe in the lake right next to their deck and tied it up.  Judy was very excited.  Phil, less so.  He was getting anxious for their trip to Fourth Lake to finally end so they could head back to New York City and resume their normal life.  On the other hand, Judy was not ready to leave Fourth Lake just yet.  She started planning in her head for their voyage to Dollar Island. 

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Have Gun Will Travel


In the mid 1950s, two radio writers, Sam Rolfe and Herb Meadow, pitched an idea they had for a television series to the Columbia Broadcasting System (CBS).  The protagonist was a modern-day New York City private detective who combed through out of town newspapers looking for problems other people couldn’t solve.  The name of the show was Have Gun Will Travel.  CBS didn’t want a detective series.  However, they said westerns were hot.

So, Rolfe and Meadow re-worked their idea into a western.  Now their protagonist was a post-Civil War, sophisticated, well-educated (West Point) gentleman, who resided at the sumptuous Hotel Carlton in San Francisco, and who looked through out of town newspapers for problems other people couldn’t solve.  (Different time, different place, but still a detective.)  Proficient with a gun, he usually charged $1,000 for his services as a troubleshooter, pardon the pun.  CBS bought their idea.

The protagonist’s name was Paladin.  Ironically, he was named by an adversary named Smoke (Season 6, Episode 1, Genesis):

“In the books, there’s a name for a man like you.  Yes!  Paladin.  Paladin.  That’s a gentleman knight in shiny armor, all armed with a cause, righteousness, and a fine pointed lance.  And yet a mercenary.  A man who hires out for gold.”   

The books Smoke was referring to were those regarding the foremost warriors of Charlemagne’s court which began in the Eighth Century, A. D.

The first choice for an actor to portray Paladin was the veteran movie star, Randolph Scott.  At the time, he was in his late 50s and rich.  He was not interested in a long-term committment to a TV series.  However, Scott passed the proposal on to a younger actor, Richard Boone, with whom he had made two western movies (Ten Wanted Men in 1955 and The Tall T in 1957).  Boone actually had been the star of an earlier successful TV series called Medic (1954-1956), which showed a realistic portrayal of the work of doctors.

Richard Boone became Paladin and Have Gun Will Travel became one of the most successful TV series, lasting six years, from September 14, 1957 (9:30 PM Saturdays) until April 20, 1963, with a total of 225 half-hour, black and white episodes.  In the 1986 movie, Stand By Me, a coming of age film cerca 1959, the four boys on a mission aptly sing the Ballad of Paladin (theme song of the show), giving testimony to the popularity of Have Gun Will Travel during that period.

Because of the acclaim and quality of the show, Have Gun Will Travel was able to attract some very good actors as guest stars such as future Academy Award winners George Kennedy (1967 Best Supporting Actor, Cool Hand Luke), Ben Johnson (1971 Best Supporting Actor, The Last Picture Show), and James Coburn (1997 Best Supporting Actor, Affliction).  Among others featured were Charles Bronson, Vincent Price, Robert Blake, Victor McLaglen, and Sydney Pollack.    

Who was Paladin and what was Have Gun Will Travel all about?  After recently watching all 225 episodes (available on Youtube), I can offer some insights. 

At some point after leaving the US Army and settling in San Francisco, Paladin had an epiphany about what he would do with his life.  He saw himself as a kind of a dragon slayer, someone who courageously stood up for justice, a principle he highly regarded.  The west was a savage land, controlled too often by those who used their guns to take advantage of a lawless state.   At the same time, he could finance his expensive life style by charging a high fee to those who could afford his services.  As Paladin once said, “I like to eat and I like to eat well.”   

However, Paladin frequently offered his services pro bono to those without money in order to pursue a just cause.  Paladin didn’t always accept a client.  They had to measure up to his sense of right and wrong.  Sometimes, because of his strong sense of ethics, he preferred the enemies of those who wanted to hire him. 

In San Francisco, Paladin wore the clothes of gentleman of leisure.  He was a connoisseur of fine food and wine.  However, outside the city by the bay, he wore all black travel clothes and ate what was available.  Strapped to his right leg was a hand crafted .45 caliber Colt single action Army Cavalry model revolver, built to his specifications, resting in a black holster which showed off his personal iconic figure, a chess knight which he once described as the most dangerous player on the board of a game he knew well.  Paladin also carried, hidden in his belt, a two-shot derringer for emergencies.  Strapped to his saddle was a lever-action Marlin rifle.    

Paladin carried a business card which read, “Have Gun Will Travel, Wire Paladin, San Francisco.”  Many who read his card assumed he was a hired assassin, or at least a gunfighter who would hire himself to anyone for money.  Not true! 

Paladin only used his gun as a last resort, usually to defend himself or others.  Unfortunately, working in a land where the law was sparse, a proficiency in the use of a gun was a necessity and, in the case of Paladin, an advantage. 

Because of the nature of his dangerous work, Paladin refrained from marriage.  However, he loved the company of women, especially beautiful women.  Paladin once said that “Women are the heavenly roses of our earthly existence.”  He also admired courageous and intelligent women.  He could always be counted on to be of service to a lady.  There were a few women who were special to him, but most of his romantic relationships were of a short term duration.

Paladin appreciated how perilous his work was.  He once said, “I chose my own life and my own probable way of losing it.”  Another time, “The taste of death has always been in my mouth.”  Finally, “Do you think I hold my life in so little regard that I am not afraid to lose it?”

Paladin was a man of culture.  He quoted poetry.  He loved the opera.  He went to the ballet.  He appreciated various forms of art, including painting and sculpture.  Paladin read Dostoyevsky, in what language I am not sure because he knew many.  He respected nature.  In one episode, he watered a plant, apropriate for a man with an interest in horticulture.  He was a world traveler, including visits to Paris and Hawaii.

Paladin treated everyone with respect, regardless of their race,   ancestry, or religion, except those who disrespected him.  He always said “thank you” and always tried to be helpful to others.  He was especially kind to children and those who were handicapped, either physically, mentally, or emotionally. 

Paladin was a philosopher.  In regard to fear, he said that “Fear is the beginning of wisdom” and “A man is valient only when his fear of cowardice exceeds his fear of death.”  Regarding love, he said that “Love itself is neither beautiful nor ugly, (but judged by) how we use it” and “Love is giving, not taking.”  After watching a father admit to his son that he had lied about his past, Paladin said, “Men like me tend to forget how many ways there are to show courage.  I have no idea how I’d stand up to a ten year-old boy.”    

Richard Boone passed away in 1981 (18 years after Have Gun Will Travel ended) at the age of 63 from throat cancer.  His son, Peter (who appeared in two episodes), was born in 1953.  In a 1998 interview he stated that, “I always felt (that there was an awful lot of Paladin in my dad-or my dad in Paladin).  When I see those shows (Have Gun Will Travel), I’m seeing my dad up there.”  Richard Boone himself once said that “If you have to pick a character to live with for six years, that (Paladin) was a good one.”

Some time after Have Gun Will Travel became a success, Richard Boone started exerting more control over it.  After all, without Boone, there was no Paladin, no Have Gun Will Travel.  With such control, Boone was able to include episodes with African American actors and actresses.  Television during that period was virtually all white.  There were also episodes that dealt with issues related to other groups within American society, such as Chinese, Japanese, Native Americans, Mexicans, women, the elderly, etc.

From looking at all 225 episodes, I got a sense of who Paladin was.  To boil him down to his essense, I would say he stood for at least three things:  justice (Season 2, Episode 31, “The Man Who Lost”), loyalty (Season 1, Episode 31, “Hey Boy’s Revenge”), and a respect for human life (Season 3, Episode 22, “The Ledge”).

Paladin had a strong belief in our system of justice.  If a man is accused of a crime, he must be brought in for a fair trial.  If convicted, a judge needs to sentence him to be punished under the law.  Individuals or a mob cannot take the law into their own hands, no matter what the provocation nor the guilt of the accused.  Sometimes Paladin had to risk his own life to defend the accused and this principle.

In the first above episode, Joe Gage hires Paladin for $1,000 to find and bring in Ben Coey, the man accused of murdering his brother-in-law, James Bryson, and raping his sister, Bryson’s wife.  It’s interesting that in this 1959 episode they did not use the word rape, but simply said she was a victim of the murderer.  Sexual references were taboo back then. 

Paladin captures Coey, who pleads he is innocent.  They head back to the county seat for a fair trial, as Paladin promises.  Because of a storm, they have to stop at the way station where Gage brings his sister to identify Coey as the guilty party.  When she arrives, Coey admits his guilt.  Outraged, Paladin gives him a hard slap across the face. 

Gage offers to double his fee if Paladin will hand over Coey to him.  He wants to kill Coey with his own hands.  Paladin says, “He’s not for sale.”  In a dramatic confrontation, Paladin is forced to kill Gage in self defense and in defense of the accused.  A witness said to him, “This thing you talk about, this justice, you think it was worth it, worth all this (the death of Gage and the risking of his own life)?”  Paladin replied, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have done it.”     

Paladin was very loyal to his friends.  His closest friend in the series is a man he calls “Hey Boy,” a porter at the hotel where Paladin lives.  He is a Chinese immigrant whose real name is Kim Chang.  Paladin depends on Hey Boy to help him in various ways in which he is very efficient. 

In the second above episode, Paladin, upon returning to the hotel from a business trip, discovers that Hey Boy no longer works there.  Upon investigation, Paladin finds a letter from Hey Boy’s brother to Hey Boy reporting the very poor conditions that he and his fellow workers on a railroad construction gang are suffering at the hands of the foreman, a man named Travis.  He also stated that Travis had beaten him for complaining.  There is a second letter from Travis himself reporting the death of the brother as a result of an accident.

Hey Boy, believing it was no accident, has left San Francisco to seek the murderer of his brother, Travis.  In order to help his friend, Paladin follows.  When he arrives at the railroad, he discovers that Hey boy is in jail on a charge of assaulting Travis with a knife.  Hey Boy tells Paladin that two of the railroad workers saw Travis murder his brother, but being Chinese they are afraid to tell what they know for fear of retribution. 

Paladin goes to the camp of the workers and tries to goad them into telling the sheriff what they know.  At first they do nothing.  However, later the Chinese workers form a mob and break Hey Boy out of jail.  Then they head to where Travis is, probably to beat him to death.  However, Paladin intercedes.  He again tries to convince the witnesses to step forward and say what they know, this time in front of the sheriff.  They do and Travis is arrested.  Paladin and Hey Boy happily return to San Francisco.      

Paladin has great respect for human life.  He holds to this, even if it means at the risk of his own life.  It might sound strange for a man who, in so many episodes, killed so many people.  But, he did. 

In the final above episode, Paladin is riding his horse through a mountainous area and meets up with five other travellers.  As a result of a rock slide, one of them is knocked down the side of a cliff and lands on a ledge.  He doesn’t move.  Is he dead or only unconscious? 

To reach the victim of the rock slide is very dangerous as the ledge is well below where Paladin and the four others, including a doctor, are.  Paladin and the doctor try to reach him by way of a rope, but the rope is ten feet too short.

The doctor’s professional opinion is that the man is dead, but Paladin questions his judgement since he could not actually examine the man.  Paladin asks, “Are you sure enough he’s dead to ride off and leave him?” 

Should the group abandon this man on the ledge?  Paladin says, “I’ve got doubts (about whether the man is dead) and I’m not going to carry them around with me for the rest of my life.”      

Finally, all five work together using the rope and with Paladin’s help the doctor is able to reach the man and determine that he is indeed dead.  They “nearly got (themselves) killed for a dead man.”  But Paladin believed it was a risk that needed to be taken out of respect for human life.       

In the end, I believe the reason I am so fascinated with Paladin is that he is the perfect hero.  He has no flaws.  He is whom you would want to be.  Unfortunately, today we have no heroes like Paladin.  Maybe we need some.          

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Carousel


Twenty-one years ago today, January 17, 1995, the musical, Carousel, closed its production at the Vivien Beaumont Theater, Lincoln Center, New York City, after a successful run of 322 performances.  I took my family to see one of the 322.  Of course, this was a revival of a play that originally opened on Broadway in New York City at the Majestic Theater on April 19, 1945.  It has since become a classic.  The team of Richard Rodgers (music) and Oscar Hammerstein II (lyrics) adapted Carousel from Ferenc Molnar’s 1909 drama, Liliom, which is set in Budapest.

Carousel, on the other hand, is set along coastal Maine in 1873.  It is a love story between a young man named Billy Bigelow, a barker at a carousel, and a young woman named Julie Jordan, a millworker.  They meet while Billy is working and later, near the end of the day when they are alone, they start talking to each other, rather timidly at first.  Like many people, they are afraid to express their true feelings about each other for fear they won’t be reciprocated.  Fear of rejection is a strong fear, especially amongst people in love, perhaps the strongest.

Julie:  “But somehow I can see
Just exactly how I'd be-

If I loved you,
Time and again I would try to say
All I'd want you to know.
If I loved you,
Words wouldn't come in an easy way
Round in circles I'd go!
Longin' to tell you,
But afraid and shy,
I'd let my golden chances pass me by!
Soon you'd leave me,
Off you would go in the mist of day,
Never, never to know how I loved you
If I loved you.

Billy:  Well, anyway, you don't love me.
That's what you said, isn't it?

Julie:  Yes!
I can smell 'em, can you?
The blossoms. The wind brings 'em down!

Billy:  There ain't much wind tonight... Hardly any.
You can't hear a sound, not the turn of a leaf
Nor the fall of a wave hittin' the sand.
The tide's creepin' up on the beach like a thief,
Afraid to be caught stealin' the land!
On a night like this I start to wonder
What life is all about.

Julie:  And I always say two heads are better than one to
figure it out.

Billy:  I don't need you or anybody helpin' me.
Well, I got it figured out for myself.
We're not important. What are we?
A couple o' specks of nothin'
Look up there...There's a hell of a lotta stars in the sky,
And the sky's so big the sea looks small,
And two little people, you and I
We don't count at all.

You're a funny kid.
I don't remember meetin' a girl like you.
Hey, you tryin' to get me to marry you?

Julie:  No!

Billy:  Then what's puttin' it into my head?
I wonder what it'd be like...

Julie:  What?

Billy:  Nothin'.
No, I know what it'd be like.
It'd be awful! I can just see myself-
Kinda scrawny, and pale
Picking at my food,
And love-sick like any other guy.
I'd throw away my sweater, and dress up like a dude
In a dicky and a collar and a tie.
If I loved you.

Julie:  But you don't!

Billy:  No, I don't!
But somehow I can see
Just exactly how I'd be
If I loved you,
Time and again I would try to say
All I'd want you to know.
If I loved you,
Words wouldn't come in an easy way
Round in circles I'd go!
Longin' to tell you,
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances pass me by!
Soon you'd leave me,
Off you would go in the mist of day,
Never, never to know
How I loved you
If I loved you.

Aha...I'm not the kinda fella to marry anybody!
No, even if a girl was foolish enough to want me to,
I wouldn't!

Julie:  Don't worry about it, Billy!

Billy:  Who's worried?”

After a quick courtship, they marry and live with Julie’s Cousin Netty.  Unfortunately, Billy loses his job at the carousel because the female owner is jealous of Billy’s new wife.  Julie loses her job as well because marrying is against her employer’s rules.  Sadly, Billy then rejects an opportunity to work on Julie’s girlfriend’s boyfriend’s fishing boat.  Unemployed and frustrated at not being able to support his wife, Billy resorts to hitting Julie.  What a bum! 

What a moment for Julie to be pregnant!  She tells Billy who at first assumes it will be a boy and is full of boastful pride.  Then he realizes it could be a girl and realizes the responsibilities he could face. 

“I wonder what he'll think of me

I guess he'll call me the "old man"

I guess he'll think I can lick

Every other feller's father

Well, I can!

I bet that he'll turn out to be

The spittin' image of his dad

But he'll have more common sense

Than his puddin-headed father ever had

I'll teach him to wrestle

And dive through a wave

When we go in the mornin's for our swim

His mother can teach him

The way to behave

But she won't make a sissy out o' him

Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill!

 

Bill, my boy Bill

I will see that he is named after me, I will.

My boy, Bill! He'll be tall

And tough as a tree, will Bill!

Like a tree he'll grow

With his head held high

And his feet planted firm on the ground

And you won't see nobody dare to try

To boss him or toss him around!

No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully

Will boss him around.

 

I don't give a hang what he does

As long as he does what he likes!

He can sit on his tail

Or work on a rail

With a hammer, hammering spikes!

He can ferry a boat on a river

Or peddle a pack on his back

Or work up and down

The streets of a town

With a whip and a horse and a hack.

 

He can haul a scow along a canal

Run a cow around a corral

Or maybe bark for a carousel

Of course it takes talent to do that well.

 

He might be a champ of the heavyweights,

Or a feller that sells you glue,

Or President of the United States,

That'd be all right, too

His mother would like that

But he wouldn't be President if he didn't wanna be!

Not Bill!

 

My boy, Bill! He'll be tall

And as tough as a tree, will Bill

Like a tree he'll grow

With his head held high

And his feet planted firm on the ground

And you won't see nobody dare to try

To boss him or toss him around!

No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced,

Pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully

Will boss him around.

 

And I'm hanged if he'll marry his boss' daughter

A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water

Who'll give him a peck

And call it a kiss

And look in his eyes through a lorgnette...

 

Hey, why am I talkin' on like this?

My kid ain't even been born, yet!

I can see him when he's seventeen or so,

And startin' to go with a girl

I can give him lots of pointers, very sound

On the way to get 'round any girl

I can tell him...

Wait a minute!

Could it be?

What the hell!

What if he is a girl?

What would I do with her?

What could I do for her?

A bum with no money!

You can have fun with a son

But you gotta be a father to a girl

She mightn't be so bad at that

A kid with ribbons in her hair!

A kind o' sweet and petite

Little tin-type of her mother!

What a pair!

 

My little girl

Pink and white

As peaches and cream is she

My little girl

Is half again as bright

As girls are meant to be!

Dozens of boys pursue her

Many a likely lad does what he can to woo her

From her faithful dad

She has a few

Pink and white young fellers of two or three

But my little girl

Gets hungry every night and she comes home to me!

 

I got to get ready before she comes!

I got to make certain that she

Won't be dragged up in slums

With a lot o' bums like me

She's got to be sheltered

And fed and dressed

In the best that money can buy!

I never knew how to get money,

But, I'll try, I'll try! I'll try!

I'll go out and make it or steal it

Or take it or die!”

Rather than look for honest labor, Billy participates in an unsuccessful attempted robbery and is killed.  What a bum!

Is this the end for Billy?  Well, no.  However, you must believe in some kind of super natural existence.  Some years later, Billy is given the opportunity to return to Earth for one day to see his child, now a teenage girl, who is suffering from low self-esteem.  Who wouldn’t suffer so having to live down the legacy of having a bum for a father.  He even slaps her after they argue.  What a bum!  But, Billy does leave her with some inspiration to live the rest of her life. 

“When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone”

My overall appraisal of Carousel is that the songs are wonderful, but I don’t understand why a sweet girl like Julie would love a bum like Billy.  Well, they say love is blind.