Wow, gang!

Yes, it’s raining, but it still feels like Spring so a few of the windows are open, the cats are ecstatic and sitting in the open windows, and I’m feeling kinda happy ! Yay.

The “wow” part does not come from Phil’s post last night.

It comes, instead, from those 4 pages of notes from Peitor yesterday, regarding changes to the TV pilot script — his notes were incredible, gang. Honestly.

I was reading them over yesterday evening and wondering where the heck these ideas had suddenly come from because they were perfect. Story-wise. They are exactly what we need to tighten the story.

So I am just super excited about that, gang.

I will be chatting with him in about an hour and then my world will return to typing nonstop. But that’s okay, because I feel excited again.

Even though I was really tired yesterday — physically and emotionally and mentally — I had another great day with my 94-year-old Japanese client.

We went out for sashimi at Peony Bistro.

And I have to stress again how welcoming their staff is to us. They are always so friendly as we come wobbling in — well, I don’t wobble, I walk really slowly because I am supporting him as he wobbles in on his wooden leg, with his cane, as we undertake the slow process of finally arriving.

And he was in such great spirits because he absolutely loves sashimi. And sake. (He always leaves there feeling “pleasantly intoxicated” but he says it in Japanese, which I can’t possibly spell or type.)

As an aside — sake is sort of sacred to him. His father was born on a sake rice farm. In 1870. The sake farm was somewhat prosperous, still, his father’s father felt he had too many mouths to feed so he gave his son away. Just gave him away. To a Buddhist priest in a small town just outside Hiroshima.

Giving children away back then seems to have been common, since my client’s mother had a similar — but worse — experience. She lived in Tokyo and her father sold her into prostitution.

Both his parents eventually made their way to NYC (where my client was born in 1930) and eventually became very prosperous. But that’s a whole other blog post because his father, in particular, had a really incredible life.

Anyway. We went and had sashimi and then we went back to the nature preserve by his house. It was a really nice day yesterday.

We sat on one of those stone slabs in the right corner of the photo.

As another aside, I have to say that even though my client’s family is Japanese, there are some uncanny similarities between his family’s early life and my novel, Neptune & Surf. (In my novel, the family is Chinese, but from the same era, and they end up living in Brooklyn, on Surf Avenue, near the Coney Island Boardwalk.)

This is not a plug for my book, but if you haven’t read it, here’s a link. And here’s the eBook.

I have not told my client about this novel because he still has an extremely healthy libido so we are just not gonna go there. But I know for certain that if he did read Neptune & Surf he would be just as astounded as I am by the similarities.

My client does know I’m a writer, but I only talk vaguely about the plays and the screenplays. Nevertheless, he insists that I am an “incredible writer”, and that I wrote the Broadway play, “South Pacific” about eleven years before I was born.

He has a great sense of humor.

Okay, anyway!!! Enough of all this!!

Here’s a quick update from James Tabor, who is in Israel right now with Simcha Jacobovici, filming some upcoming episodes for “The Naked Archeologist”.

New Investigations of the 1st Century Skeletal Remains at Masada (15 mins):

I have to finish up the laundry now and then get ready for a marathon chat with Peitor about fixing the script.

I hope you have a wonderful Sunday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with this!

Driving-home-from-town music from yesterday!!

Such great memories — from the days when I was living down on E.12th Street, in the East Village, NYC, and working part-time, along with most of my friends, at the Museum of Modern Art in Midtown Manhattan. We all LOVED this song!( MoMA was such a great place back then. Sadly, it has changed a lot.)