My first novel, surprised me yesterday when an agent called for permission to submit it to film producers at Universal Studios. Just the thought of that happening is exciting.
Here is a peek at a snippet of my next novel.."ENCHANTED"
CHAPTER 4
The Adventurers
I have been busy with an overview of life back in the late 30’s and early 40’s. Now, it’s time to give you more history of the times because everything has to be visualized in your own mind. In those days movies were in black and white and we thought more in grey tones, of the days that came before us. Strange, isn’t it?
Lets pause a moment to think about generations. Each generation has about 20 plus or minus years of power. My Grandparents and their generation were in power for let’s say, 1920’s to 1940’s. The Greatest Generation, my parents, 1940’s to 1960’s. and my generation 1960-1990’s. I like to think that the resulting longevity that we have attained has allowed the generations to increase the power span by close to another 10 years; I believe that has started to happen in our generation.
My generation knows our town, not quite as you do, but garnished with stories and events that created our town. The town my generation built is hidden in the mists of time, only visible when one brushes aside the landscape of today. Then one can see off in the distance, clouds of memory which can be drawn down like roller shades, to recreate the scenes of the past, through coffee shop banter between 6:30 and 8:30 A. M. many mornings, at the donut shops in town. This is where you will hear the names of old.
“I remember when Tony Capobianco was the manager of the Gorman and St. George theaters, and remember when he married the cashier, Annabelle. She was a beautiful butterfly, a pretty blond who wore spike heels and dressed elegantly. When the theaters closed they both went to work at Ken’s Steak House.
" Do you remember?”
Want to find your memory town? Then find the donut shop where the old timers go, where morning talk speaks tremulously, “Remember when?” Then memories flow, for this is where the gnarled and twisted roots of memory still exist. Time is curious. Will the life I knew, ever be known again on earth? Could my generation live again in another time and place in the Universe? Who knows?
As if in answer, my friend, Mark Hanna, of Ken’s Steak House, appeared in a dream last night, though he passed on, a few years ago.
I questioned him, " How can you be here?”
Then immediately thought came to me, does it really matter if he died, since he is still here and we are talking. Don’t we all encounter those who have passed on at one time or another in our dreams? Is this just a function of the mind? Or could it be more than that? Will we ever know? Maybe we are on the verge of knowing, because of Dr. Robert Lucas, who says, along with many others that, life is an illusion. Dr Lucas, through his studies gives root to the idea that when we die, we continue to exist. Lucas goes on to say, that it is time that reboots, and we can select from a stairway, to experience time again, as we choose.
The 1940’s and 50’s created,” our time” and it lingered through the early 1990’s. By the late 1980’s a new town had started to appear, gently at first, imposed by a new generation that began to thumb tack over us, here and there in a scatter pattern of leaves, a canopy that covered our world in time as we knew it. We looked at each other in amazement, what had happened, where had we disappeared to? Once we had the power to create, to voice opinion, to elect Presidents.
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