Music of My Time

I am feeling very nostalgic for the music that I grew up with. I don’t think rap is musically singing. I don’t particularly like the direction music is headed. Everyone sounds like they’re back in the 1950’s with the old mics that caused the sound to echo. This echo however is no accident, they use the echo to hide the fact that most of today’s artists can’t hold their notes properly. That’s not to say that I personally could sing any better even with an echo correction.

I long for the days that everyone had their own unique sound. I also long for the time when all genres of music were played on most radio stations. I remember that WHBQ radio station would play pop, blues, rock, Soul, Country and yes even some of the old standards from back before our day. I have called myself and others of my generation the Ed Sullivan generation and I must slightly expand on that statement. The Ed Sullivan show introduced us to all kinds of music not just rock, country or Motown but his show introduced us to Opera and even Broadway musicals with the cast of those musicals performing it. As a matter of fact a young teenage Monkee was in one of those Broadway casts, yes, Davy Jones from the Monkees was in one of the Broadway musicals that was on the Ed Sullivan show before he had ever even thought about joining a band called the Monkees. Now that I have established the fact that the band is called the Monkees,Renata Tibaldi, Joan Sutherland, Richard Tucker and Franco Corelli, just some of the great Opera stars that appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show.

I can still hear Davy Jones singing the song “I’d do anything”.

When there was something special at the Metropolitan Opera, Ed Sullivan would have the likes of,

Renata Tibaldi, Joan Sutherland, Richard Tucker and Franco Corelli, just some of the great Opera stars that appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show.

I guess it’s not really the bands themselves that I am nostalgic for but rather the happiness and the joy and, yes, even the adventure that music brought me. The rock stars that appeared on the Ed Sullivan show are just as unbelievable, Bill Haley and the Comets, Bo Diddley, Buddy Holly, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Dave Clark Five, Elvis Presley, Jerry and the Pacemakers, Janis Joplin,

Jefferson Airplane, the Mamas and the Papas, and of course many more artists than I can list that definitely deserve mentioning but I must at least name one group that made musical history by being on the Ed Sullivan show, none other than the Beatles. What more can I say about a group that changed our way of life.

With money from my first job I purchased a tape recorder “a cassette tape recorder”. The first cassette I purchased was Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple.however. My favorite album that I had of all times was Rare Earths Get Ready with the best drum solo ever. I have tried to find a recording of Rare Earth’s Get Ready that had that same drum solo. I don’t think it exists anymore. On some of them that drum solo isn’t the same and on others it has been shortened and doesn’t sound the same. I guess it could also be that an old man’s memory of what he heard back then was much better than it really was. I don’t want you to think that I was only into rock ‘n roll, folk music and Motown and soul, because I wasn’t. I listened to country and what I like to call clean jazz and New Orleans jazz that made reasonable musicality and melodic sense.

I also remember the first LP that I ever got for Christmas. I told my mother that I wanted After the Gold Rush by Neil Young and she came back to me after searching most of the department stores in Memphis at that time and she said she couldn’t find it. I told her there was a little record shop on the strip, “the Highland strip” near Memphis State University. She was very reluctant to go in there so she gave me the money and my father drove me there and I purchased the album, but she didn’t let me open it till Christmas day

I know you’re going to ask what made me so nostalgic for those times and, the truth is, I was watching CBS’s Sunday morning where they showed that the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art has a display now of all of the wonderful instruments that made those beautiful sounds into songs. Just as it took Masters to create the beautiful paintings in that museum it took Masters of those instruments to make those incredible memories come to life. Believe me I’ve picked up a guitar too and it’s not easy to make them sound beautiful and I must admit it’s extremely easy to make them sound horrible.

Everyone knows where they were at the most horrible times of our life and everyone knows where they were when they heard that special song or saw the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show on February 9, 1964.

It’s the comfort that music brought us at the worst possible moments in our lives that is a testament not only to the music but to those that made the music. There are so many songs that remind us of the days of our lives as we struggled to become who we are. I am not proclaiming that music is spiritual because I don’t have to, the very basis of the Christian religion is the teachings of the Bible and it said in those sanctified pages “make a joyful noise unto the Lord”.

I know because I have listened to the beautiful noise that those artists made to the Lord that it was not only a blessing to Him but to us as well. We are coming to the age now where a lot of those artists are aging to the point that they are no longer making music and as I am getting older too, I understand that our capabilities are not what they once were. But I will bet you dollars to doughnuts that the music played in heaven is like those radio stations that used to play all kinds of music that we loved with endless music that we will hear when we enter our heavenly home. It will be some of the best sounds that angels have ever heard. We will miss those musical geniuses that have gone on before us and I can’t wait to hear the new songs and music they are making.

We grew up listening to the music of our time, we made friends and laughed and played to the music of our time, we fell in love with that special one with the music of our time, and I for one will be laid to rest with the music of our time.

Yesterday was Father's Day and I know I should've been thinking of my father and I was in a way which I will tell you later. But first I want to tell you what my daughter did for me and the memories that it brought back. She drove to Memphis to pick up my granddaughter from her father who she was visiting and then came straight to my work and brought me a hot meal from Cracker Barrel. My grandkids, my daughter and my wife set down with me and we ate our dinner. I ask you what more could a father ask for than for his daughter to think that much of him.

It reminded me of the Father's Day that we had when I was young and we would travel to Hurricane, Mississippi to visit my mother's father. Or were we actually going there for the wonderful home-cooked meals that my grandmother and my aunts prepared which my father seemed to love? There's where I was thinking of my father.

You see in both my mother and father's family, food was the soul that brought the family together and it was my grandmother Whitehead that was the ultimate cook in our families.

My grandparents lived through the first world war, the depression and the second world war where they had to sacrifice, to make the best of what they had. She not only learned how to make things taste magical, she learned how to make them last and how to preserve and do things that are more of a lost art today. I wish I had set down with her and found out more of her secrets rather than having to now try and discover what those secrets are without her. Even my mother didn't know some of my grandmother's secrets even though they cooked so many times side-by-side with my aunts.

I know I have told you about the wonderful buttermilk biscuits that only she could make and the wonderful juicy southern pecan cake she would bake. But everything she made was just unbelievably delicious, it was a paradise for a young boy and teenager to set down to her table, not just because of the magical flavors that one could explore, it was also what went into the preparation, the love and the women all talking furiously while making these dishes and having the greatest times of their lives. It kind of reminds me of the Randy Travis song "Forever and Ever Amen" where old men sit and talk about old women and old women talk about old men. It was so unbelievable you could taste the love that these women put into it with every bite you would take.

It is so true that the love between the generations seems to have changed, we don't prepare things as much as we used to, we just go out and buy them. I guess my point is that just like my daughter making a 6 hour drive back and forth to Memphis and then bringing me the hot food. It wasn't necessarily the food, it was the love that made her do it that just warmed my soul. So it's also the meals that my grandmother prepared to show us how much she loved us. If she knew we were coming, there would be biscuits galore made that day so that I would have some fresh biscuits when I got there because she knew how much I loved them so and she loved to prepare them for me.

I know your family too comes from the same generation that mine did, so when one of the women in your family prepared food on Father's Day it was to show how much they loved all the Fathers in their family past and present. What more could you ask for on a Fathers Day!

Peace and Love

I Believe the way I do for a reason, I have lived my lifetime trying to do good in this world, as, I'm sure you have too. I don't understand the hate that I read from those that I once knew. We grew up in an age that was about trying to find love and peace.

I have had God at my side to help me from being mean or hating anyone for any reason. It is hard to see the real truth without the filter He provides me with. Just because we don't agree with one or the other doesn't make either of us wrong or bad people, it makes us human. Hating one another make us inhumane.

Times have changed I have seen people cursing someone for no real reason. People that are supposed to protect us taking advantage of their position to put themselves above the law. All I seem to see and hear is bad things. The thing is that we don’t hear about the good because that doesn’t sell for the advertisers, so it’s not in the papers or on the news. We live in a time that has instant broadcasting of events. All that they put out is the negative news. I do assure you that there is more good than bad, keep your faith and look to Him for the answers.

No wonder we are polarized in this country, we don’t talk to each other anymore we just snap or tweet and text each other. You can’t understand the pain or the love that someone is conveying with the words on a page. When you look into someone’s eyes and tell them how you feel they know what you mean, mad, sad or lovingly because you convey it with emotion that a written word does not have the capability of.

So take a step back or take a breath before you react. Remember to turn the other cheek or shake the dust from your sandals and keep moving.  After all, we all came from Adam.

My family, when I was small, was a very tightknit family. We would see either my father's mother and father or my mother's mother and father at least once a month if not more. My father's mother and father worked for the city of Water Valley in Mississippi. It was a small town and a wonderful place to explore as small child.

My grandfather did the maintenance and custodial duties for the courthouse across the street from the jailhouse that they also oversaw for the city. My grandmother cooked and my grandfather took care of the other duties for the jailhouse. You might think that the lessons a small child could learn in such a place would be bad or even haunting memories. It was just the opposite. I can remember loved ones coming to see their family that were incarcerated in the jailhouse and it seemed to me that they were very loving and caring people.

I know that my grandfather and grandmother were extremely loving and caring toward us. I remember one morning, in particular, I was just waking up when I heard our little dog, Rusty, a Pekingese and chihuahua mix breed scratching and whining on the bed across from me. There was a young girl in the bed that I did not know then and she was still sleeping. As quietly as I could I begged my little dog to come to me and leave her alone. My little puppy came to me and we fell back asleep in our bed.

When I finally got up and was having breakfast I met the young lady who was sleeping across from me and, as far as I can remember, she was an orphan and had run away from the orphanage. The church that my grandmother went to was trying to place her in a home. She was staying with most of the parishioners until they could find a permanent solution for her. I heard her explaining to my grandmother that she woke up hearing a sweet little voice calling to a puppy to leave her alone and let her sleep. My grandmother cautioned me not to be too inquisitive. Turns out that the girl had had an extremely hard life and had lost her parents at a very young age and it might be a hurtful reminder for her of those things.

Just as in any story, there is the good with the bad. One day, while we were playing in the main room of the living quarters of the jailhouse, an ambulance pulled up and brought someone into the house and lay them into my grandmother and grandfather's bed. Even though it wasn't meant for us to overhear, I heard my cousin Sonny telling my grandmother that his wife did not know yet that they had lost their baby and she was still under heavy sedation and that she would soon be coming out of it and they would have to tell her. I remember thinking lost their baby, then why aren't we out looking for it. Maybe we can find it before anything bad happens. About that time I could hear my cousin's wife moaning and calling for Sonny and her baby, Sonny tried to tell her to rest and not get excited. She seemed even more agitated as Sonny tried to direct the conversation away from the baby and finally, he told her that they lost the baby. I never heard screams of terror and heartbreak as I did that day. I still feel it within my soul the pain that she had, even though I was too young to understand, it hurt me deeply.

It was meant for me to understand and to hear and grow with the memory of that day within my mind and heart. You see I went through the same thing with my wife when we lost the only chance of having a child in our life. When I heard it I had that same feeling that I had before, even though I could not scream and cry to keep my wife calm and help her through this. I was totally horrified and saddened more than I had ever experienced. I think God gave me a gift that day in the jailhouse in Water Valley. He was telling me then that it would be all right to let the pain out and keep the love for my wife within.

Yes, it was one of the best places in the world to learn how to be a man. That jailhouse has always had a very special place in my heart. Not just because we could play in the parking lot of the courthouse and the backyard of the jailhouse, it was because of the love that surrounded us in those days no matter what house we were in.

I have said time and time again that I travel a different path than most. The path that was put before me, I chose it of my own free will and I will answer for the times that I strayed from the path and followed the path of the world. I and I alone must bear the burden that I have chosen. There have been many of you that have walked along with me for various stages of my life's path. Your company along my way was enjoyable and I was truly grateful for having you there. My wife and my family have followed me along my path, sometimes not so happily, but they followed me in the good times and the bad.

I have also followed along with a lot of you on your life's path and He who gave us our path also put forth different paths for each one of us at various times. We lose those that were following along with us and gain others that cross our paths and we keep losing and gaining many friends along our journey. Some of those would be extremely important. Others were just there when we needed them. The very special ones left a piece of themselves with us and we gave a piece of ourselves to them when they left.

I sometimes think that some of them were there just to keep us company from being lonely or we were there to keep them company. I hope out of the thousands of people I have met in my lifetime that at least one of them can say, ”he was a good soul and I'm glad he passed my way”. I have walked my path with many people that I did not even know their name, but they were a part of what makes up who I am, each and every step taken was taken with purpose and most of them were taken with good intentions in mind.

Unfortunately, every step that I took may not have been good. I just hope that I did not lead anyone off the path He had given them. I have read and tried to keep the knowledge of those that came before me. Those that actually traveled with He who gave us our paths left us with writings that give us the truth, if we are only willing to accept the truth of what our path should and should not be.

For those that accept His teachings and follow what was laid before us as our path, keep in mind, He gave us the choice to follow or not. He also gave us a better choice than that of the world. So when you give someone the knowledge of His gifts and a path He will lay before them, it is not your choice it is theirs.

Whatever happened to those kids?

I looked in the mirror the other day and I saw a strange old man with white sideburns looking back at me. I asked this old man what had happened to the young boy that used to look back at me. The old man said nothing. I asked my wife what happened to those kids that used to live here. She told me to sit down and have my breakfast.

I ate quietly and thought I must find these kids that were so happy and full of life that I once knew. What could've made them go away. Had I done something to make them unhappy? I walked by the playground that is next to the junior high school that they both went to and I could almost hear the kids laughing and playing on the playground and in the schoolyard. What happened to all the houses, they were all gone, not a one was still there.

The trees were still there, even the old tulip poplar tree that bent in the wind of the many thunderstorms we used to have was still standing where it stood when my house was still there. I looked down the street to see if I could find my friend’s houses but alas they were all gone too. The roar of a jet aircraft overhead from people coming and going to our airport was still there.

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What happened to all the kids in this neighborhood that I used to play with? Where had they gone, had something come and picked them up and moved them all away? What could cause this kind of devastation and leave me here all alone in my memories and thoughts of times gone by?

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I could tell you where all those kids went that used to play in the street, play softball at the park or go to that junior high school to learn, I could have told you, but it just seems, that those kids are so far away now, it is hard to see their shining faces looking back at me. Why did they go away and will they ever come back, is this the way it has to be.

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My wife filled my cup of coffee and awakened me from my thought and she told me that those kids had all grown old just like us. It makes me wonder if she doesn't understand that I seem to be the only one that has grown old because when these old man's eyes gaze upon her he sees the lovely young girl that walked down the aisle and took him as her husband so many years ago. Surely she can see how puzzled I am looking back at her because she hasn't aged a day to me.

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October is always been a bad time of year for my family this one is no exception, for some strange reason a lot of my family has died in the month of October. I usually go into a depressive funk this time of year because of those I have lost in this month. This year has been an exception and I'm glad to say that even though things haven't gone my way this year and October hasn't been any better I have had a pleasant October this year.

My favorite holiday has always been Halloween

it's not just because Candy is dandy even though it truly is. I have always loved the replaying of old comical horror movies from the 30s 40s 50s and even the 60s I have made it a tradition of sitting and watching such classics as Abbott and Costello meet Frankenstein and even newer classics such as Halloween town, the ghost and Mr. chicken and so many more mixed in with some of my really scary favorite such as, the uninvited, the thing from another world and forbidden planet just to mention a few of my favorites. It's hard to make a good movie that people consider classics but just consider trying to make a scary comedy movie that makes it into the classic arena. One of the unsung heroes of my scary but comical movies was one of the movies that helped inspire the more modern of the genre’s the Ghostbusters they even had somewhat similar names.

Ghost Breakers with Bob Hope and Paulette Goddard who also starred in The Cat and the Canary which help boost the popularity of funny old dark house movies.

There are so many of these movies to choose from that are good but don't have that special spark that makes them classics Abbott and Costello were truly gifted in making this kind of movie they not only made Abbott and Costello meet Frankenstein but also Abbott and Costello Meet the Mummy and the invisible man which I consider to be three of the best horror comedy classics.

Not all of the comedy classics were from the horror genre, a  science-fiction picture that I put alongside of these that was created for American international pictures that not only reaches a comedy classic horror movie pinnacle it happened when they were trying to make a serious sci-fi movie and something happened during the production that made it one of the funniest movies ever made by American international pictures and it too is one of my classic picks for Halloween.

I have always been drawn to the comical movies and even the comedy television shows. W am talking to you about comedy Halloween movies so now let's talk about those that were television series that also fit within the genre the two favorites of everyone will be the Munsters and the Addams family.

I too was also a huge fan of these two television shows their campy but unique take on the horror genre was absolutely hilarious. Some of the greatest comedic actors from television and movies made guest appearances along with the talented stars such as Yvonne De Carlo, Fred Gwynne, Howell Lewis, Butch Patrick, John Astin Caroline Jones Ted Cassidy Jackie Coogan Lisa Lauren can Weatherwax Blossom Rock and Felix Sila. Not only did the comedy stars take to the genre but such great horror stars as Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff starred in these parties of their alter egos Dracula and Frankenstein.

I know I have told you before that I felt a kinship to Frankenstein's monster because I felt that way from the sixth grade till about the eighth grade because I was so much taller and bigger than all of the other kids that I went to school with. I did not understand that being different than meant being special until I grew up and as we said in the 60s found myself.

These and other classic movies were an escape from being made fun of and being bullied because of my size I to because I was bullied started bullied others to make myself feel better. I grew quickly out of that phase because I did not like making anyone feel pain be it mental or physical. I had way too much pain growing up to dish out the same things that I was feeling I grew empathetic toward others and their pain which made me feel what they felt and I never liked pain.

Even today these strange but funny movies are a haven for me to release my anguish and problems and let them fly away with the laughter and the happiness that they bring me. I once tried to tell a friend of mine Daniel Roebuck who is an actor what their work meant to me he didn't understand and I didn't know how to put it into words. He thought that I meant I put them on a different level than I do normal people and he explained to me that they were just normal people making a living and raising a family. He didn't understand that I know that and I respect that as much as I do their acting careers. I wish I could tell him and others what it means to be able to sink yourself into a movie to the point that you forget about your daily troubles and white troubles might come my way tomorrow and just have a laugh or two with friends or family in the theater or at home, when the pressures of the world are weighing you down. The gift that they gave me during my childhood by doing their jobs was immense.

I never saw Frankenstein's monster as a monster, I saw him as a misunderstood creature that because of the circumstances of his birth was put up on and finally destroyed by those that did not understand him. So many times in life I have been misunderstood and people have taken my words or actions as to mean harm or distress to them and believe me that is the furthers of my intentions toward anyone or anything.

I don't want anyone to think that the only thing that I watch horror movies are comedies it is not the movies that I watch are from all genres but I do have a habit of watching seasonal movies at holiday times such as Christmas movies during Christmas and Halloween movies during Halloween. That doesn't mean that I don't watch the occasional movie out of its seasonal sequence because I do. I do however like the occasional romantic comedy in the wintertime rather than the Springtime just because a young man's fancy seeks romance not only in the spring of the year and I have also been known to watch a movie about a

winter wonderland during the summer because it's just so stinking hot sometimes.

I also like one of the 20 worst movies ever made more than anything else in the world gives called the ghost of dragstrip hollow and it has a lot of redeeming qualities but one of my favorites is when the monster in the picture removes his mask to reveal one of the best monster makers of the 1950s Paul Blaisdell. The movie is also the ending of the 1950s black and white teenage schlock movies into the 1960s beach party movies with Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello.

The passing of the baton from one generation of actors to another is sometimes more than just an emotional it can be extremely painful for those who are left behind Paul Blaisdell was one of those that the industry seems to abandon after American international pictures changed its direction and that was a loss to all of us who loved the monsters in our closets after watching one of his creations frighten us.

So just remember the knock on your door this Halloween isn't from some space alien wanting to suck out your brains it's most likely the kid down the street wanting his share of your candy.

He He He!

 

Most of my friends and relatives think that they know what traveling East Tennessee has to offer, but there are hidden gems that beckon the traveler that you may not have ever known. Sometimes you just want something more than theme parks or the go kart tracks of Pigeon Forge or even the shopping of Gatlinburg. You need something educational or different to engage your mind and body, exactly like the place I'm going to tell you about that my wife and I experienced today. You may or may not have heard of it but I don't think you really realize the significance of this particular tourist destination. It is both a dig site and a natural history Museum and, as a matter of fact, one of the largest archaeological dig sites east of the Mississippi River.

The museum explains in detail the work that goes on at a fossil dig site and gives the visitor a firsthand look at what happens and how fossils are found at a dig site. The dig site, like most dig sites in the U.S., is only operated during the fair weather months and must be closed down and protected from precipitation and extreme weather to preserve what has not been uncovered yet. The museum however is open year-round.

Not only is this the largest dig site that exists east of the Mississippi, it has been rumored that they may even have found a new species of mastodon never before catalogued. This dig site is from the Miocene-era and those scientists that have examined and surveyed the area for the fossils think that an underground limestone cave collapsed, created a sinkhole, and trapped such animals as saber tooth cat, tapir, alligators, rhinos, short faced bear, red pandas, and mastodons.

This is like seeing one of the natural wonders of the world when looking at the jaw of one of the mastodons that has been unearthed. The incredible size of this creature is more than half the size of a normal elephant of today. Watching the students and their professors taking great pains to put these fossils back together so that we can see whole skeletons of the animals that they have found is just remarkable.

You must find an area that is perfect for the fossil to be preserved, because there are so many factors as to why you don't find as many fossils as you would think, the acidity of the ground, the moisture content of the ground, the type of rocks and even the climate of the area can determine whether the remains of animals over 4.5 to 7,000,000 years old can last long enough to be dug up and preserved by these scientists. Only one percent of this dig site has been excavated thus far, so it is still an active site.

We even saw how they were closing down the dig site because they are preparing the dig site for winter. If you left a dig site of this importance open to the ravages of winter without preparing it, you would lose some of the fossils that you are trying to remove, so instead of keeping it open during harsh weather they close it down and cover it and prepare it for inclement weather to come. This way they are saving most, if not all, of the fossils within this remarkable dig site.

The caverns below the watering hole of these mammals that used it for food and water were also what preserved them so well for future generations to study. It seems while feeding and drinking at least one or more of these limestone caverns collapsed underneath a heard of mastodons preserving their bones and fossilized them for our scientists to study today.

Just to give you a for instance, one of the bear skeletons found in this amazing dig site, when standing on all fours, would've been 6 foot tall or over. That would dwarf the black bears of the Smoky Mountains and would've made them almost 3 times larger than our North American black bear of the Smokies. Before man had taken his first breath these animals perished and were quickly covered over with various sediments that help preserve their bones.

I'm not going to give you any more spoilers of what they have found because the size and quantity of their find will blow your socks off. I will tell you that our guide John was knowledgeable and professional and I absolutely would recommend this to anyone visiting East Tennessee.

Gray Fossil Site and Museum is located near Johnson City in upper East Tennessee at 1212 Suncrest Dr., Gray, TN 37615 and the phone number is (423)439 – 3659. Operating hours are Tuesday through Friday from 9 AM to 5 PM, Saturdays from 10 AM to 5 PM and Sundays from 1 PM to 5 PM.  They are closed on holidays. Prices are extremely reasonable, self-guided general admission is five dollars each, guided Museum tour and dig site tour is eight dollars. Members receive free unlimited admission for one year. You can check at the desk for membership pricing or online. Discounts can be had for groups larger than 10 with a reservation.

Goodbye to my Batman

Generations of young boys have played and mimicked their heroes. When we were young boys we portrayed ourselves as Batman and Robin as we played throughout our neighborhood, keeping Gotham's villains from taking over. I'm sure those in our neighborhood remember Keith Shaw and me riding our bikes with our Batman T-shirts and towels tied to our neck as we played Batman and Robin.

Our Batman and Robin were different than the comic books and the Batman movies that have appeared in recent years because our generation’s television programs were more innocent than what is being portrayed on television and movie screens today. I, for one, am thankful that the Batman than I remember was happier,friendlier and, yes, campier than anything done today.

I have heard younger people say that the acting was terrible and that it was too silly, boy, do I disagree. Some of the greatest actors of the 40s, 50's and 60's appeared on the 1960's Batman television show. Some of these actors were for the first time introduced to a completely new generation of children which spawned the rebirth of their careers at a time that Hollywood and television had turned its back on older actors and actresses. Many of the older critically acclaimed actors were doing their best to get cameos in the new Batman movie or even on the Batman TV series in hopes that it would spark a new beginning for their careers.

 I do understand that Batman the TV show of the 60's could not be made the same way for television today as it was back then. As I see it, the actors that portray Batman today, I can't help but feel that there's something missing, something that's just not there. I think back to the days that I couldn't wait a whole week to see my Batman and then the network got it, they understood what it meant to my generation of young boys and they actually put a television show on two nights a week. I was born in 1956 that makes me 61 years old and I do not remember ever seeing a show scheduled for two nights a week other than the 1960's Batman. The thing that is missing today is the innocence of youth that was still intact in the 1960's.

There is always someone that is the number one actor in a TV show or movie which, by the way, my Batman had movies and a television show. That actor usually is well-known and respected in the industry. The actor that played my Batman was known and respected but not so much to the public at that time, so when these two actors came to play the dynamic duo they had no idea that they would be remembered so fondly some fifty-something years later. I have gone to autograph shows to get as many of the autographs and meet the people that were on my Batman. I have collected at least seven or eight autographs from these actors. I even told the person that played my Batman about how my best friend at the time Keith Shaw and I went with my parents to the drive-in movies to see the new Batman movie. The drive-in movie theater was giving out a black and white 8 x 10 glossy picture to each car that came to the movie on this particular day but it was only one picture per car so of course, my parents gave it to my friend. I told him how I cried because I didn't have a picture of Batman, but now not only do I have a picture and autograph, I have one of my fondest memories of meeting Adam West, my hero, and my Batman.

It was such an honor to meet Adam West and many of the cast of that original 1960's TV show Batman. Unlike the 1960's we now can own every single episode of that original Batman TV show without commercials. Adam West embodied what was good about the Batman he played. He has done many voiceovers for cartoons over the years and done parodies of that original TV show where he played Batman, but he has always kept a campy dignity surrounding the persona of the Batman he portrayed that the young boys of my generation loved so dearly. Adam West had a place in all of our young hearts and all of our minds and even our dreams and hopes for the future. Adam West is one of those actors that will never be totally missed because his body of work lives on through the magic of reruns, videotape, DVD's and Blu-ray's, but there is a much greater magic within those young boys of my generation and that's the undying gratitude and love of the fun and adventure that he gave us that still lives on through us today and forever.

Even though the bat signal has gone dark we wish you Godspeed and Bat thrusters on full, Adam West to your next adventure. 

September 19, 1928-June 9, 2017