New MATERIAL--OR, WHY NO MORE IBLOG ENTRIES

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This page will contain new material that I add to this site and--if I ever figure out how to revive them--some of my published articles that disappeared in a failure of prior software--the reason that this site is now produced via Sandvox.  The reason for the change is really worth an article in itself, but the short explanation is simply that Lifli, the software company that supplied the software (“iBlog”) for that site, has become completely unresponsive in regard to support questions regarding iBlog.

Therefore, it was time to find an alternative that resolved the questions that Lifli chose to ignore regarding the fine-tuning of its software.  The good news is that Sandvox has provided a working alternative that satisfies my requirements.  

Consequently, new articles will be added here.  

Does Neighborhood Gardening Matter?

Master Gardener, Gregory Bratton

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Photos courtesy of Gregory Bratton.

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Building Hoop Houses

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Volunteers build a "hoop house."  

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Does Neighborhood Gardening Matter?

by Kevin P. Murphy

Community Garden Coordinator, Gregory Bratton, is a persuasive advocate for his craft and, especially, for the creations of community residents who, under this Master Gardener's skilled guidance, have wrestled with trash-dominated vacant city lots and made them productively green.

Working collaboratively with the support of such concerned entities as Chicago Department of Environment, the Bush Homeowners and Tenants Association, and Healthy Southeast Chicago, Bratton has been able to acquire desolate spaces and, with willing community volunteers, turn them into food-producing engines for their neighborhood. 

Under Bratton's direction, those residents not only grow the products for their ultimate consumption, they become knowledgeable gardeners, themselves, working at several locations, including the Buffalo Senior Inspirational Community Garden, 8250 S. Buffalo; Bush Community Garden of Hope, at 8559 S. Buffalo; and the Hot Wheels Senior  Community Garden plots, at 8900 S. Brandon. This last, street-front, space is a gift from the adjacent Artists Garden and is intended specifically for seniors with mobility problems, who cannot readily navigate through a more traditionally laid out garden.

Plants each garden expects to share this year include: onions; leeks; red cabbage; eggplant dusky and snowy white; bell peppers; Georgia greens; tomatoes: Beef Master/Better Boy/Big Boy/Cluster Grande; potatoes; melons; squash; cucumbers; lettuce; sweet and hot peppers/chiles; chives; basil; and thyme.

These neighborhood gardens are recognized achievers, some having won City of Chicago First Place awards in 2005, 2006, 2007, and Second Place in 2008.

Operating on a shoestring, Bratton has learned how to maximize any resources that come his way.  In this series of photos, we see him guiding neighborhood volunteers, in warmer weather, in the construction--from plastic rods and sheeting--of a mini-greenhouse structure that Bratton calls a "hoop-house."  With this relatively simple-looking structure, the community is able to turn a seasonal bonus into a year-round resource.    

In an era when heads of state are rapidly becoming poster boys for lunacy, and captains of economic disaster work at making the sinking of the Titanic look like a small boating event, Gregory Bratton helps his community to navigate productively past the hazards of high prices, low quality, and scarcity, to a healthier existence than they would ever have realized had those abandoned city lots been permitted to house only trash and its associated vermin, while sickening residents' souls with the pervasive blight.

What do you think? Does neighborhood gardening matter? 

A Study in Environmental Lunacy

A Study in Environmental Lunacy

by Kevin P. Murphy

Shakespeare's Puck was dead right about humans.  Case in point, the city of Chicago, Illinois--allegedly "the world's greenest city."  For decades this "greenest of cities" has banned the (annual) practice of Fall leaf burning by homeowners.  Drive through Chicago today, however, and be amazed at the number of homes and condos sporting decks with charcoal burners, charcoal burners that some owners fire up with addictive frequency.

So, the world's greenest city bans the once-a-year, perhaps one-week long, period of burning leaves while permitting the year-round practice of burning petroleum-ignited, coal-based, charcoal briquettes--and raging against irresponsible automobile drivers who are "raising the carbon dioxide level dangerously."

"What fools these mortals be!"   Right on, Master Puck!

© 2008 Kevin P. Murphy.  All rights reserved.

"At-home vacation" opportunities abound in the Calumet Region

"At-home vacation" opportunities abound in the Calumet Region

by Kevin P. Murphy

Caught between an unstable economy that drastically limits household recreational funds, and health advocates who urge families to become more active and more involved in their world, Calumet Region residents may take advantage of a near-by resource that offers low-cost (usually no-cost) opportunities for families to tune up both their physiques and their psyches.  

From the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore on the East, to Chicago's Dan Ryan Woods on the West, sites in Michigan City, Hammond, Griffith, Gary, Chicago, Riverdale, and South Holland, offer rich opportunities for individuals and families to explore and improve, while gaining beneficial effects from environments often amazingly different from their everyday world.

Throughout the year, organizations all across the Calumet Region work steadily at reclaiming natural sites that, in some instances, have suffered more than a century of extreme neglect.  

Recently (April 12), for example, volunteers met at the Burnham Greenway (near Avenue C) and 112th Street, in Chicago, to clean up a several-block-long stretch of the Greenway, removing debris discarded by thoughtless people.

Guided by Steward, John Pastirik, volunteers--ranging in age from 5 to 70+--separated the litter into "recyclable" (further subdivided into containers intended specifically for metal, glass and plastic) and "non-recyclable" containers, guided firmly by the 5-year-old, who was the reigning recyclable expert that day.

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And, the following weekend (April 19), more than 40 people gathered at Powderhorn Prairie--a preserve whose eastern border is the Indiana-Illinois state line--to participate in one--or both--of two environmental events being conducted there.  The first project, sponsored by the Friends of the Forest Preserves, was a Powderhorn Prairie Stewardship Workday, which began at 9:00 A.M., to involve volunteers in removing brush and restoring the prairie and marsh to help native plants thrive.

The stewardship activities were guided by FOTFP's Alice Brandon and Benjamin Cox, along with Doug Chien of the Sierra Club, and Treekeeper/Steward, John Pastirik, of the Calumet Ecological Park Association, working with a wide range of participants, such as volunteers from the Southeast Environmental Task Force, Chicago's Washington High School, and Von Steuben High School, south side and south suburban residents, as well as residents of Chicago's far north side, including Cook County Commissioner/Forest Preserve District Commissioner, Mike Quigley, of the 10th District, a regular participant in Forest Preserve District stewardship activities. 

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At 10:00 A.M., the second project, co-sponsored by The Field Museum, Chicago Department of Environment, Friends of the Forest Preserves (FOTP), and the Sierra Club, was "Calumet Discovery Day," a celebration of Earth Day via field-based discovery and exploration guided by Laurel Ross, Field Museum Urban Conservation Director, Environmental & Conservation Programs, and Field Museum Scientist, Doug Stotz.  Activities began with a bird hike led by Stotz, along with a demonstration on how the site is managed to protect plants and animals.

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The month of May concluded with two event-filled weekends that strongly appealed to at-home-vacationers.  First, the "8th Annual Wolf Lake Bi-State Wetlands Wind and Water Festival," ran the weekend of May 24-25.   Free to the public, the festival featured canoeing and kayaking, fishing clinics, kite-flying, wind-surfing instruction, and cricket frog-calling, among other things. 

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VIDEO: Jerry Carter, of the Southeast Chicago Sportsmens' Club, guides South Chicago children in the use of fishing gear at Wolf Lake:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrXE7Ifzhsw


ViDEO: Rebecca Moss, of the Forest Preserve District of Cook County, includes face painting among the services of the FPDCC local environmental treasures table:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMjbWoFPJAY&feature=user


VIDEO: Young patrons of the Wolf Lake Wind and Water Festival were given opportunities to learn, and to participate in, a  variety of healthy outdoor sports.  This  video shows young kite flyers, canoeists and student wind-surfers venturing forth in their newly discovered sports activities:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57Ns1c9yd_A&feature=user


And, on May 31 the very first "10th Ward Green Summit" offered events focused particularly on the "greening" of the community, to show how important such knowledge is to communities, and provided information regarding the latest in green opportunities, such as affordable, energy-efficient homes, roof gardens, community gardens, simple ways that people can improve their energy efficiency, the restoration of Hegewisch Marsh, the new Ford Environmental Education Center ("Best Nest"), and the Wolf Lake and Eggers Grove Forest Preserves.

VIDEO: At "The Zone Community Youth Center," Chicago Department of Environment's Jerry Attere updates audience on the status of the proposed Ford Calumet Environmental Education Center:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-g7U4G85-u0

VIDEO: At Villa Guadalupe Seniors Center, staff from Landon Bone Baker Architects brainstorm with community residents about planned green residential architecture:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAUEr-aLzMo&feature=user

Starting at 9:00 A.M., and running until 2:00 P.M., the free-to-the-public event featured two buses that toured 20 "green" sites via special routes laid out for the day.  The northern route (13 sites) included visits to existing and proposed green housing sites and community gardens. The southern route (7 sites) highlighted recreational and stewardship sites.  

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The Zone Community Youth Center, on the south, and Villa Guadalupe, on the north, both featured displays on green initiatives, among other environmental projects.

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This is just a sampling of the kinds of "at-home-vacation" opportunities provided by member organizations of the Calumet Stewardship Initiative (CSI) across the region throughout the year.  CSI is a collaborative association of more than 24 cultural and environmental organizations dedicated to preserving our rich environmental heritage. Families who care about their environment may find out about such "vacation" opportunities by checking the "Activities Schedule" page of this website: http://www.calumetstewardshipinitiative.org. Compared to alternatives--such as tours in places like Appalachia or Costa Rica--the price is certainly right and, pragmatically speaking, such activity benefits our own regional neighborhood.  Environmentalism, like charity, can begin at home.

(Videos by Kevin P. Murphy.)

(Photos by Joann M. Podkul and Kevin P. Murphy)

© Copyright 2008 Kevin P. Murphy

A Doubly Lamentable Loss

A Doubly Lamentable Loss

by Kevin P. Murphy

December 20, 2006: 

A negative feature of the graying of society is that the frequency of departures seems to be increasing noticeably.  For example, yesterday’s news carried the notice that Joseph Barbera--co-founder of the Hanna-Barbera Studios, and co-creator of some of the most popular cartoon characters of the 20th century--had died at age 95.   To those of us who, as children, had delighted in their earlier “Tom & Jerry” cartoons, then as young adults had been immersed in their landmark creation,  “The Flintstones,” while our then-toddler children bathed in “Huckleberry Hound” and “Yogi Bear,” Barbera was a hero--albeit an invisible one.  As we loved his creations so, by extension, did we love him.  So, we regret his loss, although we smile with delight at the fact that he made his on-screen debut as an actor in 1994, at age 83, in a live motion picture version of “The Flintstones.”  As we approach our own sunset years, such role models are inspiring, to say the least. 

And then, today, we learned that a nearer and even dearer role model, Alexander Savastano, also died yesterday--at age 96.    Alex was a gentleman and a gentle man, whose dedication to the Southeast Chicago Historical Society, of which he had been a member for most of its 30-year existence, was an inspiration.  In fact, one of my favorite memories of Alex is of the time when, as the longest-tenured president of the society, he declined another nomination at an annual membership meeting, saying “I have enjoyed serving as president of the society for these past several years but, you see, I have to get on with my life.”  He was 90 at the time.  And he did get on with his life.   

No longer than 3 or 4 months ago, Alex was still present at our society’s “James Fitzgibbons Historical Museum,” where people visited regularly to learn of the early days of our community as Alex had witnessed and participated in them, and to identify places and things in old photos, because Alex had seen them and knew what and where they had been.  They also visited just for the pure enjoyment of spending time with Alex, for he was, truly, “a Prince among men.” 

Alex also possessed an impish sense of humor.   Most years, it was Alex who performed as the comedian at our annual gatherings, and he did it in the lowest-keyed manner, usually setting us up and dropping the bomb before anyone had the slightest clue that we were being teased.   

Alex always dressed up for the historical society dinner.  As part of his ensemble, he wore a Derby hat that he had purchased perhaps 75 years earlier--which still looked as if it had just come off the retailer’s shelf, he kept it so well.  He wore it equally well.

Until a year or two ago, Alex still drove his own car--and competently.  That fact led to one of my favorite memories of Alex when, about 5 or 6 years ago, I drove to a nearby post office after a heavy snowfall had made the entire area icy and unfriendly to pedestrians, especially those of us who no longer count our years in the teens.   

I was forced to park about half a block from the entrance to the post office, and began to pick my way carefully through the icy patches, in what I think of as my “old man’s winter walk.”  As I approached the entrance, I noticed what I unkindly labeled mentally as “a punk kid,” racing up the far-from-friendly stairway and into the post office.    I was still grumbling about teenagers and their lack of awareness of the harsh realities of winter when I ran into the “kid” again inside the post office--it was Alex!  Naturally, I felt ashamed, not because of my mental rant against the young, but because this guy--decades older than I--had made it look so easy.

So, when Alex announced that he had other worlds to conquer, I knew that it was true.   Thus, we were not surprised when he periodically zipped off to Oklahoma to work in his son’s new “Chicago-style Pizzeria and Restaurant,” which was fast becoming a favored watering hole in that frontier land.  

My wife, Joann, and I visited Alex for the last time (although we certainly would not have guessed it then) a few days ago at a nearby nursing home where he was experiencing very painful problems with his feet, as the result of bone cancer.  It was quite a gathering for such an intimate space, with three past presidents (counting Alex, of course) of our historical society, their wives, and several of Alex’s family, including his daughter, Lucille, a granddaughter, sisters, and a nephew, just during the time we visited.   Alex was bright, alert, and looking forward to the future as he planned to return to his home, with some medical support.   I hope that I will always be able to remember how delighted he seemed when I finally shared with him the two stories about him that I have recounted here.

The Wisconsin Steel plant on Chicago’s southeast side closed its doors for the last time a couple of years before I moved into the neighborhood, so I never knew what Alex did when he worked there--and I believe, retired prior to its closing.   But there was an element of steel to Alex--a flexible steel of the highest quality.   Bombast was not his style, but solidity was his essence, tact his forte.    My life, and I’m sure the lives of many, have been enriched from knowing Alex, and from being accepted as a friend by Alex.

I am deeply saddened by his death, but mighty grateful that he lived.

Thank you, Alex.

THE DAY THAT “DUH MARE” BECAME “THE MAYOR”

THE DAY THAT “DUH MARE” BECAME “THE MAYOR”

A serendipitous discovery of talent long hidden by media editing.

by Kevin P. Murphy

Chicago-12/02/06: We experienced an unexpected--and delightful--revelation today concerning Chicago’s Mayor Richard Daley. Joann and I were at Chicago’s De La Salle Institute, attending “Mayor Daley’s Fall Assembly” conference, which offered workshops on community organizing, making homes safe and healthy, familiarizing seniors with available benefits, defending against identity theft and confidence games, accessing government via current technology, recognizing signs of drug use in one’s community, building community wealth and financial literacy, protecting one’s house of worship from vandalism and hate crimes, appropriate behavior during routine traffic stops and, the one we attended with a group of neighborhood primary and secondary students, “Making it Real,” in which a group of convicted felons told the audience about the reasons for their being imprisoned, the tactics of gang recruitment (all but one of the dozen or so convicts present in the conference room had been gang members), and the circumstances of their criminal experiences, to inform the audience, especially the young, potential gang recruits, of the unpleasant realities likely to befall those who become enmeshed in that way of life.

Mayor Daley was the keynote speaker at the opening ceremony, and his performance was an unexpected surprise. Having heard the mayor mostly in media-defined moments (i.e., television news broadcasts) until this event, I had not considered him to be a particularly gifted speaker. In fact, I had thought of his speaking as somewhat wooden. What a mistaken view that turned out to be! For a bit more than five minutes, Mayor Daley spoke, seemingly ad lib, presenting an impassioned, literate appreciation of Chicago’s CAPs program, and of its participants, which included police, city service departments and the citizen volunteers assembled in the huge De La Salle gymnasium that morning.

I found the mayor’s opening remarks especially poignant when he included, among those specific parties in the hall, the lone television crew covering the event. “ . . . I’d like to thank Channel 7 (Channel 7/ABC-TV) for being here--why?--because as soon as you have a picket sign across the street in front of Central Police Headquarters, every TV and radio station will be there.” Daley said that video and radio coverage of negative “news” in neighborhoods is invariably extensive, in contrast to media’s non-coverage of positive events--like the more than 3000 people attending the “Fall Assembly” program, who were present because they care about their community. “Now that is positive news!” the mayor said, the kind of positive citizen involvement that does not attract the media--so Channel 7’s lone presence was deeply appreciated. 

And, in that recognition of the too obvious fact that media--especially the electronic branches of media--are more likely to resemble buzzards circling carrion than objective heralds of information affecting the community, the mayor also spotlighted (without specifying it) the fact that his image as a speaker has been similarly shaped, not with objective exposition, but with negative political “spin,” a process at which the media excel. 

Think about it--how is it that images of accused persons not in favor with the media never seem to show those persons smiling like the pleasant neighbors that they may have been in their neighborhoods, to their families, fellow churchgoers, etc.? The answer is simple: editors CHOOSE the shot--of many taken--that will convey the impression that they want the readers to receive. Similarly, when, for some twisted political, economic, or other equally invalid reason, the media decide that some local villain is to be presented as a saint, every photo printed will suggest a halo surrounding that person, and every quote attributed to that same monster will ring of wisdom and gentility. (And why is it that scandalous behavior of media persons is rarely made visible by the media?) Clearly, there is little objectivity to be found in “news” broadcasting. 

But, if I had ever doubted that the media are untrustworthy, Mayor Daley’s sterling performance today engraved that message in granite. This guy CAN express himself eloquently, and passionately. Just don’t expect the media to show him like that.

And, please, do not misunderstand my position with respect to the mayor. There are areas in which I disagree strongly with Mr. Daley, but I also respect what his administration has made happen in Chicago. The city is beautiful in many parts and getting more so as time progresses. While our neighborhood seems to be among the last of those likely to receive major beautification projects on its major streets, the city’s street network, overall, is becoming sufficiently lovely to warrant contemplation of a trip around town as the equivalent of a trip to some fabled garden spot. We have traveled enough, on the ground, by auto, to say with confidence that such is not a guaranteed feature of many major cities. Meanwhile, at the micro level of city management, the newly initiated Chicago Conservation Corps program is training citizen volunteers to bring environmental improvement to their own communities, with support available to them from the Chicago Department of the Environment, which also provides the training for C.C.C. (“C3”) candidates. 

Similarly, at the law enforcement and city management level, Chicago’s CAPS (Chicago’s Alternative Policing Strategy) program provides a mechanism by which police and city government representatives meet with citizens at the local Beat level on a monthly basis to proactively (as contrasted to remedially) deal with community problems ranging from housing safety issues to street crime prevention. Such activity speaks well of the city administration’s determination to make Chicago a most attractive place to work and to live, rebuilding segments worn beyond recovery, while revitalizing and sustaining older communities as much as possible. 

But the underlying message to me this day was that too much of what we are subjected to by mass media, given their “If it bleeds, it leads” mentality, is a major distortion of social reality. Any screw-up, criminal or procedural, on the part of our representatives, is portrayed as the norm, rather than the exception. Any criminal behavior on the part of neighbors is presented as the norm, rather than the exception, leading us, in time, to wonder if we, ourselves, are not the only people in our society who are NOT actively engaged in crime and/or corruption. Thus, instead of acknowledging that, at any given moment of the day, there are people in this land who are generously caring for others, or honestly resisting any temptation to take the crooked path, and/or consciously restraining themselves from violently expressing outrage at someone else’s stupidity or criminality, the media bombard us with reports of behaviors that are, in fact, in the minority of human actions on any given day. And that was driven home strongly in the mayor’s “Fall Assembly.”

Decades ago, I engaged in a several-month correspondence with Illinois senator, Adlai E. Stevenson III, in which I urged that he introduce legislation requiring the broadcast news media to begin and end each broadcast with “advisory labeling” of the sort then required on cigarette packages. That labeling would have said something to the effect that, “This news broadcast features a few events that we have chosen from among the vast amount of events occurring today. People all over the nation have done positive things today. But these negative events are what we have chosen to highlight.”

The senator did not choose to follow that suggestion, fearing the interference of government with First Amendment rights of broadcasters. I still maintain that no one has the First Amendment right to yell “Fire!“ in a crowded theater when, in fact, there is no fire and he knows that there is no fire. Media do not, in my opinion, have the right to “sculpt” the news with political intent, without being required to acknowledge that that is what they are doing. Too many people in our society still believe that anything broadcast or printed as news must be true, that the media are required to be truthful in their presentation of information. As Mayor Daley so eloquently demonstrated during his keynote speech, “it ain’t necessarily so.”

© Copyright 2006 Kevin P. Murphy.

Doing Bad in the Name of Good

Doing Bad in the Name of Good

by Kevin P. Murphy

One of the dangers of our current democratic form of government is the ease with which career "representatives" (often anything but “representative” of those for whom they are supposed to govern) can inject anti-democratic seeds into the legal structure of the land.  No doubt, some of those who fear the power of democracy to change the world in radical ways (compare the world of 1901 to that of 2001), would do anything to hamstring the United States.  No doubt, too, those who would be enemies of the United States have learned in the 20th Century that open warfare on a massive scale would energize the American people in the same way that it has in the past--meaning that those enemies would soon be nothing more than history.  Thus, more subtle, less obvious tactics would have to be employed if history's greatest (and most generous) warrior nation were to be reduced to manageable conquest.  But how?

Start with Julius Caesar as guide--destroy the sense of nationhood that made the U.S. the most feared of opponents.  Pit factions--ethnic, gender, generation, religious, political, environmental, and the like--groups against each other.   Destroy any semblance of national purpose.  When it appears--as it did, albeit too briefly after September 11, 2001--that there may be a developing sense of national unity, use the media and entertainment variations thereof to cast doubt on that purpose.  Find any good idea, and bend it to divisive purposes, thus keeping the nation factionalized and pulling in different directions.

Buy unethical political representatives and induce them to introduce legislation that renders harmless the rightfully armed private citizens (remember the original “Minutemen?”) of the nation (once individually armed more extensively than most probable invading armies).  Do it, of course, in a way that makes them willingly surrender those arms--any other approach would likely end in disaster for those who would render the population impotent.   Create an "internal enemy"--street gangs might be a good idea--and a new mechanism, similar to Prohibition, by which such an enemy may be made credibly menacing.  (“Hmmmm--let's substitute drugs for alcoholic beverages--everyone's too smart to follow that stupid trail again.”)    Then, despite evidence and informed testimony to the contrary, make addictive drugs the new prohibited industry.  That will give a shadow army of deliberately underserved youth the muscle to become a credibly armed and dangerous threat.  Next, relentlessly urge and support legislation that promises to disarm the street gangs (none of whom will ever voluntarily obey such legislation) while, in reality, it disarms the much more dangerous, "sleeping giant," the law abiding citizenry of the land (who will, albeit reluctantly, surrender their arms).  Will this take time?  Of course, but won't it be worth it? *  

Next, we need to put in place a mechanism by which we can track and account for every citizen, all the time, and prevent each citizen from making the simplest purchase of food, medicine, shelter, choice of reading material, or anything else, without our knowing about it--and being able to prevent it instantly, whenever we so choose.

Hmmmm--how might we accomplish that end?  Of course!  Institute a national identity card, one that must be offered each time any transaction is conducted, and one that can be blocked any time we wish, thus denying the individual any access to the necessities of life, without recourse, without evasion!  Make it illegal to go anywhere--even to exist--without an authorized ID card on one's person--and embed tracking devices in each one--and we'll have no trouble controlling and corralling for imprisonment and elimination those whom we decide are no longer "desirable."  But we must do it in such a way that they willingly embrace the shackles that we forge for them, and we've already milked the street gang excuse to dryness.  Hmmmmm--National Security!  That'll do it!   (We're doing this for the preservation of the nation!  You can't argue against that--can you?”)

And then came the REAL ID Act.    

"Why are all those cattle cars being assembled in the major urban train yards, Daddy?"  

Starting with the Armenian Genocide in Turkey (1915-1917), and continuing with Nazi Germany, the Soviet Union, Communist China, and every other totalitarian regime that cropped up in the post World War II world, more than 90 million citizens of planet Earth were first disarmed and then killed by their own governments during the 20th century.

* But, of course, that won't happen here, will it?  

© Copyright 2007 Kevin P. Murphy.  All rights reserved.

*JEWS FOR THE PRESERVATION OF FIREARMS OWNERSHIP--America's Most Aggressive Defender of Firearms Ownership:   http://www.jpfo.org/ 

Flying cars? Now, that’s a sobering thought!

Flying cars? Now, that’s a sobering thought!

If you think that George Jetson was the first airborne motorist, check Google for "flying cars." The idea is almost as old as aviation--if you define broadly and include flying carpets, the idea is older than aviation. While it is intriguing, especially when one is sitting in a linear, rush hour, parking lot, there are some disturbing aspects to it.

by Kevin P. Murphy

I read an article recently that talked extensively about the increasing probability that commuters will fly their automobiles to and from work--or wherever they happen to be headed at a given moment. And I grow cold at the prospect of a three-dimensional playing field for people who now flagrantly violate speed limits, ignore stop signs and even stop lights on their fevered journeys to places that most of them don’t even want to be (usually, work).

Now, I must not only worry about unexpected visits through our front wall from out-of-control idiots who drive down our neighborhood street at 40 mph--or more--without regard for the stop signs at either end of the block, nor the children playing in front of their homes and often spilling out onto the street in the midst of their games. Next, we will have to contemplate the “dropping in” of out-of-control idiots who happen to lose control overhead, possibly while engaging in dogfights above our neighborhood’s primary school, where today they merely triple-park and block the street several times a day, while demonstrating negative “citizenship” to their children and anyone else who happens to try using the street during those pickup and drop-off moments of madness. (Fights have broken out occasionally, as hair-trigger tempers flared up over positioning issues on the ground. Won’t the 3-D versions be amazing?)

The current ferment, such as it is, depicts the airborne highway as one in which computers and GPS navigation systems will urge us to, in a usurping of the old Greyhound motto, “Leave the driving to us!”

Anyone who has spent more than five minutes working on a Windows-based computer will know how reliable such machines are likely to be: 

Picture yourself at 9,000 feet on your home-bound trip from Las Vegas to Flagstaff when you receive a call on your cell phone. No sooner have you answered than your integrated flight deck control screen goes to the familiar BSOD (“Blue Screen of Death”) and posts the message, 

“Unexpected radio frequencies indicate that you have just made an unauthorized command to the CPU. You are not a developer. As a consequence, this system will now shut down. To prevent shutdown and restore control, please reboot, enter your 37-digit key code, followed by your full name as recorded on your original purchase certificate, your recorded home address, telephone number, facsimile machine number, cellular telephone number, and the name of the technician who sold you this software--along with his corporate ID number and nickname. You will have 45 seconds to restore the system, after which time, all power will be shut down. 42, 41, 37, 28, 83, 112, 25Shutdown . . . . “ 

At this point, your “flying car” is spinning hopelessly out of control, as it rushes you toward a certain meeting with that other BSOD (“The Brown Screen of Death”--the floor of the desert valley below)--but not to worry. As your car went out of control, it spun into prohibited air space over Hoover Dam and the North American Air Defense Command has targeted you for vaporization at 2500 feet. 

Unlikely as the foregoing scenario may seem, I still have the occasional nightmare from days of teaching managers at a local college after one of them confided that, on long flights across country, he set his autopilot and slept for a while when he was unduly tired--or whatever--and that was quite a few years ago, before hi-tech gadgets made automation and computer control not only credible but even desirable. So, I don’t know about you, but I am not sanguine about the prospect of hotrods roaring overhead on their way to the local brewski emporium, secure in the (unwarranted) belief that their little flying car will “bring ‘em back alive” (and safely out of our space), whether they are conscious or not. 

Given all those decades of scorn, is it possible that “Chicken Little” was, after all, a prophet?

© Copyright 2006 Kevin P. Murphy. All rights reserved.

(Note: October, 2007 Update--Terrafugia, Inc., is developing the first practical (it appears) flying car, called, Transition--land, fold its wings, and drive home. Who says that nightmares cannot become reality?)

nwi.com: Book fondly remembers old Comiskey Park, growing up in 'Southeast Chicago'

nwi.com: Book fondly remembers old Comiskey Park, growing up in 'Southeast Chicago'

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posted online: Saturday, May 05, 2007

Book fondly remembers old Comiskey Park, growing up in 'Southeast Chicago' 

James J. Klekowski's photo essay includes personal history of a neighborhood, an era

BY KEVIN MURPHY

Times Correspondent 

Regional history books are especially gratifying when they also involve the reader's personal history.

In "1990: So Long, Old Comiskey Park: A Photo Essay," author James J. Klekowski not only presents a photo essay regarding the final year of Comiskey Park's life, he also provides a thumbnail sketch of growing up in a part of the Chicago universe that many believe does not exist -- the Southeast Side, or, as veteran residents identify it, "Southeast Chicago."

Included with vital information about the community's history during his lifetime are vignettes that define clearly the powerful impact of heavy industry, even in its declining years, as Klekowski and his chums resurrect an abandoned flat car, and successfully struggle to reconnect it with working rails so they may have a several-block-long, full-scale "model train" all their own. 

He also provides early evidence of his own artistic tendencies in his description of his youthful reaction to a dead cat that became the First Base "mascot" at his neighborhood sandlot.

Only 12 pages long, Klekowski's "Prologue" packs in a lot of information. He not only brings to life growing up in a unique neighborhood but also leavens the mix with insights from his career as a location scout for television series (such as "E.R.") and major motion pictures (such as "Flatliners," "Prancer," "Only the Lonely," "Eden Court") shot in Chicago. 

Some of those productions tie directly into the Comiskey Park's history. So we learn not only about the community he lived in and the circumstances of his involvement with Comiskey Park, but we also get some unique insights into the logistical demands that must be attended to if a movie is to be made successfully on location. 

There is irony in the book, because Klekowski clearly has affection for the subject, yet confesses to not being a great fan of sports teams in general, nor of the spectator role in particular.  

As he puts it, "I never gave sports much room in my life. I still don't." In that, we share a similar background. Though I grew up loving the White Sox, my last visit to Comiskey Park was as a pre-teenager in the company of my father. 

Yet, we both deplored the destruction of Old Comiskey Park. 

Happily, thanks to the determination of his elder brother, Frank, Klekowski drew on his experience as a professional filmmaker and award-winning photographer to immortalize the glorious palace before it was bulldozed into a parking lot -- the new ensign of our "culture."

Although Klekowski packs a lot of enlightenment into a small amount of text, the photography is the major component of this work, which evokes memories of a time when black and white, and their infinite gradations of gray, were the dominant hues of photographic communication.  

This is the medium that dominated the visual experience of the true lovers of Comiskey Park. It is the medium that had the power to awaken my childhood memories of sitting in the upper grandstand in right field, through an agonizingly long game with the Boston Red Sox, that the real Sox eventually lost by a run or two -- probably in the 99th inning (OK, anywhere from the 13th to the 18th, but that was how long those games always felt to me). 

So, if you are a White Sox fan, a Comiskey Park mourner, if you get uncomfortable with marketing that strips the significance of local communities in favor of mass-product identification, or if you are simply a fan of local history on a human scale, this is a book you'll enjoy.

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"1990: So Long, Old Comiskey Park: A Photo Essay," by James J. Klekowski (Partners Book Distributing, $28)

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Restored Jeremy Brett Interview

021510: The following interview was originally posted at another URL of mine, which has ceased to function.  That URL had been shared with the British Jeremy Brett fan site, The Brettish Empire, at this URL: http://www.brettish.com/links.html.   This evening, the old, dead URL is still posted on that page.  However, I have contacted them and offered them this URL to replace it.  With luck, that will happen.  As Sherlock Holmes might have despised the loss of evidence, we fans of Jeremy Brett hate to lose information about the greatest portrayer of the Great Detective. -- kpm   <031510: it is working now.>


Jeremy Brett Interview, November 6, 1991

Interviewer: Kevin P. Murphy

For the past 20+ years, I have worked as a freelance writer in addition to whatever "day job" happened to make competing claims on my time and attention.  I spent much of that time writing about live theater in the greater metropolitan Chicago region and, occasionally, beyond that.    Throughout all that time, my wife, Joann, was employed by  the Chicago Public School system, first as a classroom teacher, later as her high school's service learning coordinator/coach, and finally, as lead teacher/principal of a new small school, Bowen Environmental Studies Team (B.E.S.T.) that she established within that high school.  


To Joann, taking time off from her work was something that was justified, perhaps, by three events: death in the family, jury duty, or major illness.   Only once, as I recall, did she make an exception, and that was the day we commonly refer to as "Joann's 'Hooky' Day"--the day I was to interview English actor, Jeremy Brett,  regarding his then-young Sherlock Holmes television series on PBS.


I did interview Jeremy Brett that day, and was delighted that I was the sole interviewer during the 30+ minute duration of that interview (with Joann "riding shotgun," of course).

The interview took place at the WTTW studios, 23 N. Michigan (IIlinois Center Building, 18th Floor), Chicago, Illinois.  A short condensation of the interview was published in a regional newspaper in 1991.


Life went on, while many more interviews and reviews joined the Jeremy Brett/Sherlock Holmes article in my portfolio.  In time, I forgot about the fact that the short article had represented but a few minutes of the more-than-thirty that we spent being charmed by our ideal Sherlock that day.  Then, recently--perhaps three weeks ago--something reawakened the memory of that interview and I discovered that there are a lot of web sites devoted to Jeremy Brett and, especially, to his portrayal of Sherlock Holmes.  Reading some of the material on those sites, I wanted very much to share the interview with other Brett devotees, and Sherlock fans.  


Like most things we undertake, there are always unexpected glitches to be overcome.  I first had to find the full text of that interview, conducted 15 years earlier.  Thanks to a pack rat tendency to preserve such things, and the power of Macintosh's "Spotlight" search tool, I found that old file.  However, it was a file that had been written, originally, in Wordstar, or some other, equally archaic, word processing software.  After all, in those days, I was still using CP/M-driven computers, and the wonders of Lotus, AmiPro 3, WordPerfect, and (shudder!) MS Word, were still in the future.  So the 11-page (single-spaced) document was filled with partial words, because translation into later word processors over the years had dropped end characters and, occasionally, small words from the document.


Surprisingly, examination of the text proved that the assertions about people being able to read jumbled and fragmented text are essentially correct, but it was a labor-intensive, word-by-word process and, frustratingly, some phrases were not comprehensible.   Then, I thought, "Wait a minute--what if I still have the original recording of that interview?"  Another intensive search revealed that I had kept it--in my library of "Ancient--Frequently Useless-Recordings."


The full text of that interview is contained below.  Please note that it is laid out as follows: the letter, "J," in front of text indicates that it is Jeremy Brett's response; the letter, "K," indicates a question or comment by "Kevin" (that's me, folks).  Three other people appear, briefly, in the interview.  Diane Srebro represented Jeremy Brett's host, Public Television Station WTTW, and her full name is used in front of her comments. A newspaper photographer, whom I had arranged to have photograph Jeremy, to support the article that I planned to write, is represented by the letter, "R." My wife, Joann, was the third person.  To avoid confusion with Jeremy, I use, "Joann," instead of merely her first initial.


Please note, too, that in one or two places I could not clarify what Jeremy said, despite seemingly endless (in one instance) replaying of the segment.  In such cases, I've indicated parenthetically that it wasn't possible to clarify that part.


If you'd like to know what that experience was like, fifteen years ago, I can only say now that I believe that both Joann and I were probably "high" for a couple of weeks afterward--and, of course, every time we view an episode of Sherlock Holmes, we again mourn his passing so prematurely, while delighting in the memory of our brief contact with Jeremy Brett.


The November 6, 1991, interview of Jeremy Brett interview begins here:


K: That's something you wouldn't object to....

J:...No I certainly would not.   He's (Sherlock Holmes) a great hero of mine, and he's kept my family in sandwiches for about the last nine years. 

K Which is not bad, either.

J: Not bad.

K We were glad that we were able to arrange an interview with you....

J Well it's a very exciting time, because I haven't been in Chicago for a while, but I love it so much. I've acted here twice before, [to Joann] once before you were born I'm sure.

Joann: No.

J I was playing Troilus, in "Troilus and Cressida."

K Which theatre group were you with?

J It was the Old Vic, and it was at the Shubert.  Rosemary Harris was my Cressida, and Coral Browne, Vincent Price's late wife was Helen of Troy, and John Neville was Thersites, and we played here in 1957--and I remembered it vividly because it was summer and I was honored by being given a yachting thing, at the Chicago Yacht Club for the time I was here--and I was [whooshing sound] in the day time and I loved it! And, then, I came back as recently as 1980, and this great critic of yours, this lady...

K Hedi Weiss?

Diane Srebro: Cassidy.

K Claudia.

J Claudia--gave me a rave review for my "Dracula," and so we had a thrilling stay here that time. That, again, was at the Shubert.   That was winter, and I stepped out of the Ambassador and went down to see my beloved Lake Michigan [My father, Joseph Murphy, emigrated from England to the United States as an adult--I always got a kick out of his pronunciation of "Michigan," which sounded like "Mitch-igan"--Jeremy pronounced it that way, also--kpm]--I mean, yours, too, but also mine, and the chill caught me, and I was dressed as badly as I am now.

K Oh my.

J  I ran for my life!  My nose was cold! My ears were cold!  I hadn't realized just how cold it could be!

K It can be murderous.  

J Yes

K We had a group come through here a couple of years ago that was duplicating La Salle's trek through the region, and they got to this part of the area and the winter was so uncharacteristically cold that it almost put an end to La Salle.

J Really?

K Yeah. Had it been like that when he'd gone through, perhaps he would not have made it.  So they were almost devastated by it, and they were much more familiar with the region.

J  I think that's what makes Chicago so unbelievably special, is that lake.  It's like what the sea does to Rio. I think that conjunction of water and industry and city is very, very, exciting.

K Oh, yeah--Nicholas Pennell was doing a program at the Court Theatre last year, "Brief Lives," and I had interviewed him and he was talking about Chicago, compared to some of the other world class cities.

J He's a very nice lad.

K His interest in it was the neighborhoods, the existence of neighborhoods still.  

J He moved. He was so good in "Forsyte Saga," and then he moved to Canada. And when I went to Canada in '76, I went with a little actress called Maggie Smith, and she was my Millamant when I played Mirabell in "The Way of the World." And on the other side of the company, there was Nick, and he was doing some absolutely beautiful work and had really become almost Canadian! The last time I saw him was when he came to England with Miss Smith, and they were doing "Virginia Wolff," and he was playing opposite her in that--in London.

K  We love him. 

J Nice man.  Do give him my best when you speak to him.  He's a nice man, Kevin.  I   hope I get a chance to talk to him again.  Joann, he's been at Stratford for many a year now.

J Yes.  Bought a house. That's rooting, isn't it?

K We made a special trip up there just to see him in the-oh gosh, what's the guy's name-like the hair-dresser--Sassoon--play about Sassoon.   We drove up and drove back the next morning.

J Come in, come in. Hi, good morning. 

R How are you?

J Very well, thank you.

K We'll get started and do whatever you wish to do.

J [To photographer] I'll tell you what--get in as close as you can, and crawl across the table, but take me while I'm chatting.  I always think they're better don't you?

R Yeah.

J I'll show you just to intimidate you my favorite one so far.  I think that one's quite fun. 

R That is good. It's really good.

J Just to give you a standard.

R One thing, Kevin, would you be comfortable sitting right here?

K Sure.

R That would give me....

J  A chance to get in?

K Let me move these [cassette recorders].  I don't write well at all, and I can't read what I write. 

J  I prefer these, but also I prefer them because I'm inclined, when someone's writing, to slow down for them and then I lose my train of thought.  I like these.

K Good I'm glad. One of the things that I wanted to deal with rather quickly was the fact that I don't trust press kits. For instance, the press kit that was given out prior to your arrival said that James Mason played Holmes.  I know he played Watson. 

J Exactly.

K In "Murder by Decree." 

J That was with Chris Plummer.

K Yeah, right, Plummer was Holmes.   Sometimes they [referring to the aforementioned press kit] almost hit the target but don't, and one of the things that they said about you and I found I couldn't accept it--they quote an unidentified critic as saying that you had captured Holmes' coldness perfectly, and as we watch--Joann and I--we don't see the coldness.  We see barely suppressed, deep emotion that is controlled by tight intellect.  But, as we see it, there is a depth of emotion there that just is barely constrained . . . 

J But, you must understand that I have upset the apple cart completely!  Really, seriously, because--I mean, over the last nine years I've upset the apple cart--because my studios, God bless them, they're wonderful--Granada Studios--have allowed me--with me begging of course--to do Doyle-- to do his stories.   Also, to follow the Paget drawings which accompany the stories, for the look of him.  And many Sherlockians whom I've met--there is a breed of mature people called "Sherlockian"--have their image, which is nothing to do with Doyle.  Sherlockians believe that Watson wrote the stories, and that Doyle was the literary agent, but we know otherwise.   But that's what they believe.  So, I can be in a room in London, in Oslo, Japan--we're now showing to 84 countries, and into the room will come Sherlockians--all dressed wrongly!  He only wore the deerstalker in the country. He never smoked a calabash.  That was brought in by William Gillette at the turn of the century.   I think I know why.   Because it's the one pipe that you can keep alight, and if you're acting on stage, you don't want your pipe to be going out all the time. He [Sherlock Holmes] smoked a long thin cherrywood in his disputatious moods, and the little clay pipe in his meditative moods.   It's there at the beginning of "The Copper Beeches." So, when I started to do Doyle, I upset quite a few of the people who were the aficionados, because they were wearing the cliche.   So I get all sorts of different impressions, which I find fascinating!  As far as playing it is concerned, of course I'm completely miscast, which is probably just as well, because it's much more challenging to play a part that you're not really suited for.  I had to hide a lot of me, because I'm a heroic actor.   You know, I was Olivier's young leading man at his National Theatre for four years.  I played parts like King Arthur, Henry V, Macbeth. Those are very heroic.  So, suddenly to be put into this constriction was different.  And I'm afraid I peek through, and I try not to, and for me to play the cold, calculating person who is totally self-sufficient--which is exactly what Doyle wants--is difficult for me, because I love company. 

K Hmmm.

J  I really enjoy--look at this lad, this great eye looking at me--[Reference to Rob and the camera]--I really enjoy company!   And, so, I need a Watson [Laughing heartily] I mean, I need Watson--as a man--me--especially as it's played by David Burke and Edward Hardwicke.  And that's the reason why, of course, the whole thing was set up, which is to put literature straight.

K Um-hm.

J For Doyle, in regard to Watson.

K Yeah, thank God. 

J That he wasn't the fool.

K Nigel Bruce.

J I'll not mention any names. 

K I liked Nigel Bruce as an actor, but I think they restrained-constrained him quite a bit, too.   He was capable of doing more...

J Oh, yes 

K ...than what they had him do.

J But because he was Nigel, and I guess--it's interesting.  I don't know. You see, Basil Rathbone is my Holmes, and always will be because he's the one I saw.

K Uh-huh, we grew up with him.

J That's right.  But when one starts to take literature seriously, and for Doyle's sake I'm thrilled, because his daughter is still alive, Dame Jean Conan Doyle is still very much alive and living in London.   And, so, for the first time in a hundred years--unbelievably-- Doyle's stories are being done.   And I can't think why they've never been done before.

K  I don't know, but I think we find it's much more credible to us--I don't believe in the "human machine," first of all.  We [Joann and I] come out of the behavioral sciences.  That's our background.  I don't believe in the human machine.  I think you can play that game, you can try, but people are not calculators with voices and, so, what you're showing, I think, is much more believable, in that I suspect that's where Holmes was.

J But, I'll tell you what I had to do, because I've had a long talk with a very great, famous actor in England called Robert Stephens--with an e--and he had just given a brilliant Falstaff at Stratford-upon-Avon, and we were talking last June about it.  And he played Sherlock Holmes in the Billy Wilder film, "The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes," with Colin Blakely playing Watson, and he said, "You must remember, Holmes is hollow. And it's all brilliant trim, so you have to fill it, give him an inner life." And, of course, that's what an actor does.   I'm what I call a "becomer."  I'm one of those actors.  You know, I  squeeze myself out and draw in the moisture of the person I'm playing and--um--quite safe--[unclear phrase] on the sponge and that's the way you squeeze the moisture out of the sponge, just to hold the moisture of the character.  But, with Holmes, one has to invent an inner life, because Doyle's given him this veneer.  I call him a statue--like marble.  And, truthfully, of course, he's better read. That's the truth.  Doyle's stories are better read, and to be foolish enough to try and lift him and visualize him, then you come up against all sorts of problems.  But, what I think is strange is that no one has ever trusted Doyle before my studios, Granada Studios--and we're doing the stories and that's why they're selling to 84 countries...

K Um-hm.

J ...because they're doing Doyle!

K It's not surprising.   I think we destroyed the Tarzan series and made it rather ridiculous, whereas the story, itself, was a rather interesting story.

J It's a wonderful story isn't it?

K Yeah, but it has never come across on the screen. Frankenstein, the same thing...

J That's right.

K ...has never come across----What effect has Sherlock had on your career?

J Made it!  I think the place for romantic heroes was getting smaller and smaller.  I mean, I can't see myself, really, in "The Terminator."

K [Laughs in agreement.]

Joann That's good!

J Maybe I could just sort of creep in and move a little close to Al Pacino in "Goodfellows," but I'd have to wear a lot of makeup. Umm, no, I think that romantic heroes are sort of in low demand.  The world needed heroes--in spite of what Tina Turner says. 

K Um-hm, Um-hm.

J And, um, well, what I didn't realize was "You-know-who: S.H." is a great hero to the children.  That, I've learned over the last nine years, largely from the play I did.   I  commissioned a play called, "The Secret of (you-know-who)," for his 100th birthday. 

K This is the one you're hoping to bring to the States yet.

J  I don't think I've got time now, because I'm going to complete the canon. That will take until 1995.   Then, I think I'll just pass the torch on to Daniel Day Lewis, I think.  Let him get on with it, because I'll be over the hill by then.   Umm, it's the fact that I used to say to the house manager that there are so many empty seats.  He'd say, "Mr. Brett, just look again.  The lights are on, now. Look again." And, of course [motioning to show eyes just barely peeking over the back of the seats]--children!  Little faces!  Absolutely unbelievable! They adored him, and I think I know why.  I think it's to do--this has all happened over the last year--this particular idea has only recently come to me--through a little boy, called Michael McClure II, age 8, of St. Louis, about four weeks ago.  And he gave me a picture of Holmes killing a dragon.  And I said, "Michael...," and he said, "Oh, he kills my dragons.  I don't have nightmares anymore!" 

K Oh, wow!

J Wow!  Good news! Then, there are the children who recognize that Doyle has endowed his hero with all the antennae and sensibilities of a child...that's what his deduction and intuition is all about!  Children lose it at the age of 8, I think, when they're told not to look out of the window, get on with their books, and it closes in.  Whereas Doyle endowed "you-know-who" with all that.   That's why the kids absolutely love him.  He's also a great upholder of the law.   So, when Mom and Dad are fighting, they say "I'll get S.H.," and they've got a little strength there.  So, he is a hero to the children.  Three-year-old Solomon, is there in Dallas, a little aficionado, has all my films, and knows every word!  I couldn't believe it! Solomon! 

K My mother's first foray into literature was through Sherlock Holmes.  Despite parental censorship, she was able to get into it. 

Joann Through the priest.

K It had a profound impact of her.

J [Whispered, incredulously.] Really! 

K So, it goes back a long way, too. 

J  I think Doyle has been taking care of children--of all ages--for a long time.

K Did you have the opportunity, now, having become so involved in the Holmes series to do much of other kinds of theatre work? 

J Yes, they're wonderful, and act like my angels, as I call them, the "money," that's a theatrical term.  St. Peter--Peter A. Steen--who is the head of Mobil, has been simply marvelous to me.  I took a year off this year, and I did six films last year, which, I think you are seeing now in November--five and the one next year for the Pledge--and I thought I'd better stop.  I'd better see if I have got any hobbies left. Can I play the piano?  Can I still ride a horse? Can I do my archery? The answer is, "Yes." And I discovered that by March [laughing], so it wasn't quite a year, but I rang up Peter and said "If I said I was prepared to complete the canon, what would you say?" and he said, "You would have our blessing.  It's our most successful series," he said, "but one thing--and this is what's amazing--he said, "You must have breaks so you can go and do other things." [Overcome with emotion.] Stunning!  So I will be going off--the last play that I did was, of course, "The Secret (of you-know-who)." The one before that was in '85, when I did "Aren't We All?" on Broadway with two brilliant little juveniles called Rex Harrison and Claudette Colbert, and little Lynne-y Redgrave.  Claudette said a thing which I love her so much for.  She said "I've given Rex top billing, but it's me they come to see!" [Laughs heartily.] And she's right!  She's right.  Go down to the stage door, and they've got photographs of her as Cleopatra, still showing--with Clark Gable.

K One of the P.R releases that I read quite some time ago--probably an article, actually, somewhere, indicated that not only have you been in My Fair Lady, as Freddie, but also that singing was something that you are very much involved in.

J Well, it's very sad, really because I really wanted to be a singer more than anything else.  I mean I really wanted to be an opera singer.  And I had the most--I know because I've heard it on record--the most marvelous soprano voice.  So, when I was 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, I was singing things like "Ye Are Now Sorrowful," from the Brahms "Requiem."  I was in every major cathedral in England. And "with histrionic tendencies" . . .

K [Chuckles.]

J ...I was accused of.  I would act out these wonderful arias.  And, then, the voice broke and I went to Rome to make a film of "War and Peace," and I was there nine months and I met a Professor <unclear name>, a wonderful singing teacher, and she said, "You have a wonderful tenor voice.  Now, are you going to take this seriously--which means, really, you should stop acting.   You really have got to dedicate your life to this."   And I made some noises in her room which nearly excited me as much as my soprano voice, but the trouble was that my soprano voice was completely and utterly natural.   It was like Elizabeth Schwarzkopf.   My tenor voice was work.  And I sustained it for a while and, of course, the cream on top of the coffee was "My Fair Lady."  But what is so sad about our profession is the fact that if you sing, you are not taken seriously as an actor.  And I know Michael Crawford is not going to have that problem, because he came to singing late.  But I'm talking of the beginning, and I had this real dilemma, and the last thing I sang was Danilo in "The Merry Widow."  And, then, I  stopped, because I realized I was being thought of as a singing actor, and that's a different genre, apart.   So, I stopped.  It was a sadness, but, now, not really.  I'd rather listen, oddly enough.  Singing is extremely exacting, and I'm bowled over by, especially, the tenors, because it's not a natural placing of the voice.  And your little cords work very, very, hard, indeed.  You can't be in a draft. You very seldom---can't speak for three days before you sing.  It is a complete dedication.   And when I see Pavarotti, or I see Placido, when I see Jose Carreras, it is a miracle of sound.  And I don't miss that.   I'd rather listen. 

K And perform. It mentioned that you wanted to start your own theatre in London. 

J No, not now.  I tell you, it's all changed.   I've done that.  I did that in Canada.  I went to Canada and I did a production of "The Tempest," in 1982.   I produced it, directed it, and played Prospero.   I hobbled away afterwards.  I was exhausted.  I also did it with Robin Phillips, the great Robin Phillips, who is still in Canada.  We did a year of--company theatre, it was called--in Greenwich.   Again, I tottered away.   And I think my services would be most appreciated by possibly the new young Olivier, Kenneth Brannagh, and I may, at a given moment, go and offer my services and say "Can I sweep the stage?" or "Is there anything I can do for you?"  I think I should join a company, not create one, and make my contribution that way as a--whatever--a talking head, whatever.   "Pick my brains.  Do you want to know anything about Lawrence Olivier, my mentor? Is there anything that he said that might help you?" One thing, of course, Olivier said, "Every actor should have a full orchestra at his beck and call, vocally, and the body of a god." And he had both and he was 57 at the time.  So people could sort of bounce off me.  I think to actually go "Here I am, this is the new company," is misleading.  I've got to go and do something with the National [word unclear].  They keep asking me too. And I will, but it's just a question of when. 

K  I hope sometime you get an opportunity to do something with the Court, which is our local--I think is our local classy theatre.

J Well, you've got a springboard in this town of immense talent.   I mean, Broadway is practically furnished by Chicago.

K The region that--I do theater reviews primarily, not TV--and I cover community theater, and I'm amazed at the talent that we have. These are so-called amateurs, and they are anything but.

J This is your "competence center" of the United States of America, theatrically.

K:Oh, yeah, I wouldn't argue with that.

J  I think this is where it happens.  It's amazing. If you go through the cast lists of plays on Broadway, they're nearly all from one of your theaters here.

K Um-hm.  Yeah, we do furnish quite a few these days.

J That's right.

K Was the series success a surprise initially to you? And to Granada? Were you surprised by it?

J [Pause.] Stunned! [He chuckles.]  I mean, the thing was that none of us wanted to do it--least of all me.  I thought, well, first of all, detection is not really my cup of tea.  Um--I prefer history and pictures like our glorious Jane Seymour.  No.  And my son David said "Dad"--we went to this dinner when I was asked--and he said, "You don't really want to do it, do you?" And I said, "No, I don't.  I think it's an old chestnut. It's been done." Anyway, it was taken away, because it was cancelled.  So, I was thrilled, and I shoved off to Canada and did "The Tempest," and while I was doing Browning, in "The Barretts of Wimpole Street," with beloved Jane Lapotaire, as my Elizabeth Barrett--wonderful actress--I think you may have seen her play Edith Piaf on Broadway.

K  I missed the production. 

J She was a wonderful marvelous actress.  And they came back to me. And in the time my host in Barbados, Senator Dean, after I had done "The Tempest."  I was thinking of committing it to film, and I was looking for a location--and he had the canon. It had been given to him by his nephew.  So, I read the stories, one a night.  And, so, when they came back, I found all sorts of things that had not been done, so I thought, "Yes, I'd like to have a go. It was only six films--with an option for a further seven.  Well, we finished the first six.  They were sold at the Cannes Film Festival to 35 countries, straight off.   So, we did the next seven.  That took us to the end of '84.  And, suddenly, people began to want to be in them.  Guest stars wanted--queued up--to come in--lighting cameramen wanted to light it.  The studio suddenly began to move toward it.   Umm--I  didn't have to fight quite so hard for Doyle, because every time I went to rehearsal, I'd put down the canon and say "I love your adaptation.  Bless you.  Lovely, very nice, but don't you think that this is better?  Well, that went on.  They used to dread my doing this!

K [Chuckles.]

J So, the first week of rehearsal was Doyle, getting back to Doyle. Then, the second week was practicing, and then, five weeks filming. Slowly, slowly, slowly, it began to dawn on all of us that Doyle was being heard.  You see, in London, in 1982, when I came back and tried to buy The Strand Magazine, I couldn't find one.  I couldn't find Doyle's complete works.  I did, eventually find one in Foyles, in London, and it was an American edition, which had been sent over and not been collected, and that's how I got one.  Now, Doyle is everywhere. Everywhere!  So, that's pleasing to Dame Jean, particularly, because she's the last of her line. . .

K That's sad.

J . . . and longs for Daddy to be in his proper place. 

K We have the American version. It's quite old now, but I'm glad we were able to get it...

J It's in a red cover.

K It's--yeah, I think so.

J It is.  That's the one I've got.

K It's quite thick 

J That's right.

K An excellent book.  We enjoyed it very much.  "Charles Augustus Milverton"--is that the sixth one that is going to be...?

J No. That's the one I just completed.  That is an incredible story! When you read something that says, "Lady Diane empties six shots into Milverton's chest, and rams the heel of her shoe into his mouth and screws it to the ground..." that's fine, but when you do it, it's not pretty. [Laughs.]  And I had a wonderful leading lady in this last film. Dame Gwen Ffrangcon Davies.  She's 101, which is intriguing, because Doyle, of course, would have seen her, because he died in 1930, and she was, of course, born in 1890, and we were filming, and she said, "That lady is improperly dressed." And I said, "What do you mean, Dame Gwen?" And she said, "Well I know because I was there.  She would have on a Hessian petticoat--very starched petticoat--and she would lift her dress as she walked across the gravel."  Can't knock that, can't question that. She was there.  So, that was thrilling.  Lovely, lovely, lovely, lady.

K When will we have the opportunity to see that?

J That will be Christmas for us in England, and I think Christmas for you, next year.

K Uh-huh 

J I'm going back to do a pick-up shot on Monday and I think the composer moves in--the brilliant Patrick Gowers, the following day, and I think December 17 there's a press showing in London and then, I think it's coming out on January 2nd.

K What kind of schedule are you on now on this tour of the United States?  Are you on a whirlwind tour, or do you get a chance to breathe?

J Yes.  I've had this holiday. This is all a gift from Mobil's St. Peter. They said I've just finished the movie--it's a two-hour special--"Would you like to see the world?" And I said, "Yes." They said, "Well, if you'll trust us, we'll get it all set up."  And I said, "You must remember, I just finished filming and really need a 'hol'--(holiday)." And they said, "Fine." So, I flew to New York.  I think it was about September 28th.  And I had a week there.  I had days off, so I could go to the galleries, or I could go to hear some opera.  I even could tiptoe into a theatre.  Then, I had a week in Los Angeles, in the Beverly Hills Hotel, where I could swim between interviews.   So, I mean, I would, for example, swim three lengths, come out and meet someone.  So, I got fit.  And I had three days off there.  Then, I went to Atlanta--no I didn't--I went to Dallas, which I fell in love with--absolutely fell in love with Dallas!  I was in the city-within-the-city, called Loews Anatole Hotel.  It was built for Reagan, in 1984. And I was in the tower, which is immensely high and very metaphysical--that's the only way I can put it--and, then, I went to Missouri-[Jeremy sings a snippet of, "Across the Wide Missouri"] and I flew in, and I heard from this wonderful old man what I must do when I come back, and that is, take the Mississippi "Delta Queen" from St. Louis down to New Orleans.   It's a very slow-[Makes a noise like a paddle-wheel boat] "bum-bum-bum bum"-boat, and it takes seven days, so I have to come back and do that.  Then, of course, I went to Atlanta, which was on fire with excitement with the Olympics--and the Braves, while I was there.  And, so, I wore my tomahawk, in spite of Jane Fonda . . . 

K [Laughs.]

J And, then, I nipped up to Detroit and I put one foot in Canada, and beamed a smile on C.B.C. right across to Newfoundland and right off to Vancouver.  So, that was nice.  And one of my greatest fans is J.P., aged 6, of Resolute Bay, Alaska.

K Oh, gosh!

J And he wrote me this letter saying, "Please do more Sherlock Holmes.  Makes my Daddy happy." So, I was able to say that I was going to . . . and I was able to wave to him. 

K Excellent.

J Then, I went from there to Philadelphia, which is wonderful, because I love Philadelphia.  Been there before.  Washington, of course.  Been there before.  Love Washington!  Seat of power--all those helicopters, going "whung-whung," all going off for their weekend holidays.

K [Laughs.]

J That was thrilling.  Then it was Boston.  A little snobbish for me, Boston, but all right.  But WGBH is very important to me, because that's my wife's station.   My late wife created "Mystery Theatre," "Classic Theatre," "Piccadilly Circus," and sustained "Masterpiece Theatre" for the last 17 years of her life. 

K Was she the original producer of ...?

J Yes. 

K Oh, God! 

J Joan Wilson.

K Yes.

J And she died.  Really, this is in memory of her, this whole trip, really--and her children. [Pauses.]  Yes, it has been a while to see that point of view. I've been able to talk about her, and make sure that she is remembered. 

K You mentioned your son, David, among the children . . . 

J David is ...from my first marriage. 

K Are any of the children theatrically inclined? 

J No, none of them.  David is now a painter, and a good one, an artist.

K In the arts.

J In the arts.  Caleb is a lawyer.  And a good one.  And an extremely interesting person. He's just travelled the world, slowly, over three years, and he's really  a very remarkable man.  And my Rebecca--and she is the dimpled one, I call her.  She has one dimple caused by a tooth brush when she was young.  And she is remarkable! She has three glorious children who I was with last week.  The newest is called Christine.  She's this big [holds hands about a foot apart].  With a mane of hair--born with a mane of hair!  Incredible!  They're lovely.  So all that's been marvelous.   This has been like a holiday. 

K How long will you be in Chicago?

J  I have to fly home, sadly, on Thursday night, because I've got to get myself turned around to film by Monday.  I was hoping I might be able to pinch one more day, but I must get back, because I can sleep it off--the jet-lag--and make quite sure I'm not too hollow- eyed. 

Diane Srebro: Kevin, I hate to interrupt, but I've got somebody else....

K Time?  O.K., let's wrap it up.  Are there things that we haven't discussed that we should have, before we wrap it up here?  Anything that we didn't get from you that we should, in terms of questions asked?

J Yes, there's just one, and that is Edward Hardwicke sends much love, but he's doing a play.

K: That ties in with our conclusion: On behalf of Joann and me, and all of us who appreciate the series, we wanted to thank you both, because your characterizations, and the meshing of those characters for us are of a level of perfection that we delight in--we truly delight in. So, please, convey that to him. 

J Right.

K Okay.

[Kevin shook Jeremy's hand, and Jeremy blew a parting kiss at Joann.]

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