Showing posts with label tao te ching. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tao te ching. Show all posts

Friday, April 25, 2014

Simple Stuff



Our new book, Simple Stuff, is available for purchase for $2.99 as an ebook on Amazon (click here). This book was written in 2002-2003, before the trip for the original documentary "Boys of Summer" was even conceived. It was a key point in our relationship, however, as it drew us together, literally, over an artistic venture. I got to see my dad's wonderful childlike qualities, sensibilities and sense of humor play off of my writing, which was largely influenced by my study of the Tao Te Ching. Below is the original introduction I wrote for the book. It took another nine years to bring the book to market. "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans", right?

A Simple Introduction (circa 2005)

The idea for this project came to me in a beautiful way: it whispered to me. I’m glad I listened. 

I was sitting in a conference room at the Excalibur Hotel in Las Vegas (where I was living at the time -- Las Vegas, not the Excalibur), waiting to be called for the next shot -- I was working as an actor in an in-house video. I began to write, as I often do, not knowing what I was writing, just feeling the burn when inspiration grabs me. These thoughts -- small bits of what I perceived to be wisdom -- were crowding my head, needing to come out so that I could release them, emptying my cup, and making way for whatever else need come my way. I began to write and a fellow actor asked me: “What are you doing? Writing a book?” It hadn’t occurred to me until then that was exactly what I was doing. “Yes,” I said. “I’m writing a book.” That simple admittance meant a lot. It's scary to admit an endeavor so large; It meant I had to finish it. 

That same day, my parents happened to be in town. They were coming to Vegas from a wonderful road trip to, among other places, the spectacular natural beauty of Bryce Canyon and Arches, Utah. On the ride to the hotel, the idea that had never left me grew a new leaf: What if Dad illustrated my writings to make them come alive even further? This worked on so many levels, I thought, not the least of which is connecting with my Dad on a new level: the creative. My Dad met it with his cute, cautious smile and a shrug. I believe his words were something to the effect of “sure” or “why not?”. Perhaps not the resounding embracement I was looking for, but that enthusiasm is more oft than not filled in by my Mom (and it was, again, in this case). 

My biggest concern with the project was, would it really happen? So many times in my experience with collaborations people start with a tremendous ball of passion and fire then peter out to a wet, limp match of excuses the minute things get a bit sticky. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case with my Dad. He was warm, responsive, thoughtful, open, creative and incredibly funny in his sly little way. Sitting down with Dad in the house I grew up in after the first draft, I congratulated him and, in effect, both of us as a team for doing what we had set out to do. The sweet smile on his face gave me a peek at what he looked like as a handsome five year-old -- a lifetime before the various difficulties of the world settled upon him. 

This process has been incredibly healing. Our relationship continues to grow to new levels I had never before imagined. I am grateful, humbled and, most of all, happy for the experience. Thank you, Dad, for your courage, accountability and beautiful creativity. I love you very much.

Our new book, Simple Stuff, is available for purchase for $2.99 as an ebook on Amazon (click here).

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Boys of Summer book Entry #76

July 18, 2004 - Dad
Wheeling, WV

I wake up at 7:30 excited to watch television coverage of the final round of the British Open in our hotel. Our schedule allows time to watch most of it.

We are on the road by noon and stop at the Wheeling Casino where they have Greyhound racing. We stay for one race. I bet $5 on number 4 to win and he does. We leave right away so I don’t have a chance to lose the $22 I won.

The next stop is the Cracker Barrel for lunch where the manager donates two meals. The food is not fancy but very tasty and the service is friendly.

Bob:

We’re really at the halfway point calendar-wise today – one month in and about one month to go. We’ve seen 13 parks and  a lot of country.

We’re going to a Reds game tomorrow night. There is a Parkinson group that has promised us a host house to stay in, but I haven’t gotten the details on that. If it doesn’t work out the weather looks good for camping tonight.

Dad:

We drive to King’s Island a theme park with a campground just outside of Cincinnati. The weather is warm and it is a good opportunity to dry out our rain soaked gear.  Tonight  we barbecue, enjoy a campfire and play a game of cribbage. Bob wins again!

Bob:

Checking the big picture to see how many of the states we’re scheduled to touch:

CA, OR, WA, NV, AZ, CO, NM, TX, KS, AR, LA, TN, AL, GA, FL, SC, NC, VA, WV, DE, MD, NY, PA, CT,RI, MS, NY, OH, MI, IN, IL, IA, WI, MN, MO, UT, KY, NE

That’s 38 out of 50 – not bad work for two months. Maybe we should be running for office.

The Field of Dreams in Dyersville, Iowa is just two days away. Just seeing that on the page shifts my perspective. I’m understanding the peaks and valleys of this trip more clearly and with a healthier detatchment right now. I repeat to myself: “Believe”.

Later...

I spoke to Cincinnati Reds Public Relations Chief, Rob Butcher on the phone about our visit. I hoped that he might be able to arrange press passes or aces to interesting parts of the park to show it in its best light, just as we’ve done with all the other parks. He adamantly said he’d never heard of our group or request. I asked if I could fax him over our info (for what would be the third time) and he said “fine” (gruffly). After receiving our media request he called back to say he’d received it at least three times already and sent me e-mails saying they do not honor such requests. He added that he didn’t know if I was checking my e-mails or not, but that’s where he’d sent the info.

I do check my e-mails regularly. I received emails, phones or faxes from every other team. Rob Butcher never sent me an email. Lorrie Platt (with the Reds Community Relations Department, who very kindly got us tickets for the game) did send me emails which got to me just fine.

What’s not adding up here, Rob? I don’t understand how he could go from not knowing who we are to telling me I’m not paying attention to the emails he allegedly sent denying the request he’d seen at least three times in the span of five minutes?

I understand they get a large number of requests and do their best with what they have. I also understand timing – maybe I hit Rob on a bad day? I don’t have any problem with being told no. I do have a problem with being treated rudely, especially with no provocation!

I wrote two passages of an adaptation of the Tao Te Ching this morning and they flowed quite nicely. It is refreshing to be in an open-hearted position and to write in a quiet, clean and composed manner. It’s especially important to remember the centering words in that book when I get as fired up like I have been since my conflict with Rob Butcher.