BY JAY K. JOHNSON - Journalized rants and ramblings from a fragmented ventriloqual mind. ©Copyright and common sense apply to all the material contained in this blog.
Friday, September 03, 2010
EastWOOD
Here is a picture that I took outside a bar in Skagway, Alaska. It largely goes un-noticed with all the other frontier eye candy in the town. I knew that I had to take a picture of it. I have a great affinity for wooden Indians, after all I work with Bob the original wooden american.
At one time Sandi agreed to let me buy a wooden indian to put in the game room we had envisioned. We never found the right one and now with several of my wooden friends standing guard over the pool table it probably will never happen. Wooden Indians like jukeboxes and lava lamps are something you might grow out of with time.
HOWever, I am reminded of a line that the late Pat McCormick wrote for me in a cable movie that never saw the light of day. Bob and I are in a pool room, in context of the story, and we are sitting next to a wooden Indian standing beside us. Bob looks over to the Indian and says, "Clint Eastwood called and he wants his expression back."
Rest in peace Mr. McCormick with the knowledge that most of your lines live on even today.
As you were,
Jay
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2 comments:
Loved Pat McCormick, his sense of humor and his little song writing buddy Paul Williams too.
R,
Mandy and I want THAT wooden Indian for our house...think he will scare away all the bad things and will look just super in our living room....we have a PERFECT place for him, too.....
Carry on,
D&M
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