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Gail always inspires me. Sometimes she even inspires herself. Like yesterday when she stuck some of the rope lights in a cloth bag and made a lamp for the bar. (see photos below.

Gail always inspires me. Sometimes she even inspires herself. Like yesterday when she stuck some of the rope lights in a cloth bag and made a lamp for the bar. (see photos below.

She lights up my life.

She lights up my life.

Disco down at our place. Everybody get on your feet. You make me nervous when you're in your seat. C'mon!

Disco down at our place. Everybody get on your feet. You make me nervous when you’re in your seat. C’mon!

For me the story of Bob (Nichols) began a very short time ago when a mutual friend hooked us up. Bob had a story to tell (Rosie Of The Rialto) and he needed an artist to illustrate it. Since our first breakfast meeting at Howard’s Station in Occidental a few short weeks ago I have wished that our relationship had started years and years ago. He is the type of person who’s gentleness, even temper, talent and wit makes for the best of friends. And then there’s his more than six decades of experience in show business as an actor, singer, dancer, and playwrite to talk about.

Bob Nichols as he appeared as “Pinky” in GIANT.

We usually have a weekly meeting to discuss my drawings, to go over his rewrites, and to set an agenda for me to proceed on with my illustrations till our next meeting. I usually cannot contain my curiosity about his wonderful career and try to get him talking about his episode of The Adam’s Family or what the Mutants in “This Island Earth” looked like up close. But we spend most of our time on topic, and I always look forward to our next session.

I was aware of his rather delicate condition, after all he is eighty-seven years old and has had several heart surgeries dating back to the 1980’s. We had already had a couple of cancellations due to his health problems, but a couple of weeks ago his wife, Jennifer, emailed me to let me know that Bob had sustained a serious fall and was in  bad shape. She thought he might be okay for a visit the following week however, so I made regular contacts to see if he was showing signs of improvement. A few days before our next scheduled meeting, Jennifer called and said it was all right to come over, and that Bob had something that he wanted to tell me in person. Naturally my thoughts ran the gamut from he’d no longer be able to finish the story to he was gravely ill and would not be able  to… I spent a sleepless night before the day of our meeting, needing to know but dreading to hear what he might say. I had come to be quite fond of this amazing individual. I couldn’t look at the work I’d done on “Rosie” or think about the man without breaking down and crying.

It was with no small amount of trepidation that I pulled up in his driveway that morning, grabbed my folder of drawings and went to the door. But from the moment Jen opened the door for me and I saw Bob sitting there serenely in his chair, I began to relax. That is not to say that I didn’t embarrass myself briefly by blubbering in front of this wonderful gentleman who had so stoically accepted the news from his doctor that his condition would not allow for many more days with us. He has had a long and distinguished career in films, theater, and television, he has been accompanied by a talented and beautiful soulmate for many years. Few of us could or should ask for more. Yet I was pained to think that I had just met him and wanted more, selfish me.

We continued our meeting after his announcement and got quite a bit done. He had a few suggestions about how I could improve some of the characters and I made copious notes. I vowed to him that I could work with his text and get the story finished no matter what transpired. We decided to continue our meetings as long as his time and health permitted. I left feeling oddly fulfilled, my fearful apprehension melting like fog in the light of his cheerful smiles.

It has been hot today, the thermometer reads 110 degrees as I look out the window of our air-conditioned trailer. A fine day to stay inside and draw.

The Odd Couple

Rex, Up On The Roof

Haitian Hero

Until recently I’ve had no trouble choosing subjects from the tremendous log of amazing humans (still accumulating daily) stored in my memory banks. Earlier I  pondered when or if I would hit the wall; when the fluid ease would become more of a grind; when just making the choice of subject becomes a chore, and the execution of the drawing and writing is something to put off while you Facebook. Well, it hasn’t quite got to that point yet, but it seems to be heading in that direction.

It took the inspiration of one of my muses, Isabel Allende, to get me off my creative ass today. I’ve been reading ” Island Beneath the Sea” which recreates the turbulent times of slave rebellion and political/social upheaval in Haiti and The Dominican Republic (Ste. Domingue and Santo Domingo, 1790s-1803). Toussaint L’Ouverture is a minor character on the stage where Ms. Allende’s drama unfolds, but certainly a major force in the rise from slavery and an inspiration to people of color around the world.  But Ms. Allende can burnish a minor character to brilliant, vivid life in a couple of well-turned paragraphs. I was sufficiently fascinated to make him TAH, #1o7.
If there’s anyone in the film world reading, you’re nuts if you don’t make “Island Beneath the Sea” into a sprawling, Gone With the Wind-style epic, with Halle Berry and Denzel, and Russell Crow, Javier Bardem, and a cast of thousands. Set in Haiti, Cuba, turn of the (19th) century New Orleans, with passion, brutality, voodoo, the supernatural, opulence, depravity, great moral strength, memorable characters. What more could you want? Get busy and we could be watching it by next Summer. But don’t screw it up!