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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

THE BOY WHOSE SKIN FELL OFF

I was flippin' the channels as usual last night and stopped when I came across the documentary, THE BOY WHOSE SKIN FELL OFF, which was produced by the UK.

I had seen it advertised the night before.

I only watched a few minutes of it.

I will make every effort to never complain about anything ever again.

I journeyed to Albany over the weekend for a Bewitched event at the Regal Cinemas in East Greenbush, NY. I arrived Saturday, left Sunday morning. And did not stop eating. Sunday night, I became quite ill. I took some briosky, and I was fine.

But, again, after watching THE BOY WHOSE SKIN FELL OFF, I will make every effort to never complain about anything ever again.

The young man at the centre of this documentary suffers like no one I've ever seen. His entire body is a LIVING SORE. His ENTIRE body. And he is in constant pain. CONSTANT, unending pain.

Watching only nine minutes of this program changed my life, more than watching 254 episodes of Bewitched (again and again) ever could have.

And yet, for a moment, I thought I was to give up who I am and the love I have for life because of the false guilt that I began to experience when watching THE BOY WHOSE SKIN FELL OFF.

No.

This is not the lesson the beautiful soul at the centre of this program has for us.

He, and others like him (ANYONE who is severely and legitimately suffering), offer us some far more profound:

Appreciate every healthy, happy waking moment. Don't stop being who you are or sharing the beautiful gifts that God has granted you.

After watching THE BOY WHOSE SKIN FELL OFF, my first thought was, "I have to stop writing, singing, dancing, acting. What have I been thinking? Look at this little boy: He is BLEEDING EVERY MOMENT, on EVERY PART of his body. And I'm worried about selling a script today? I need to start worrying about things that really matter."

No.

This is not the way I should be thinking. And this is NOT the lesson THE WHO WHOSE SKIN FELL OFF has to teach us all.

Again, this extraordinary young man, and others like him, is telling us:

Embrace the talents you possess. Live your life as fully as you can. Take your talents and use them for the highest good of all concerned. Don't stop singing. Don't stop dancing. Don't stop acting. Don't stop writing. Don't stop accounting. Don't stop renting apartments. Don't stop teaching. Don't stop fixing cars. Don't stop putting out fires. Don't stop defending. Don't stop marketing. Don't stop public relations. Don't stop selling. Don't stop buying. Don't stop studying. Don't stop, period. As long as what we are doing is good, legal, happy, non-vulgar, and graced with light, don't stop.

Because if we do stop, we will not only be doing ourselves a great disservice, but we will be doing a great disservice to others who will benefit from our talents. Others like THE BOY WHOSE SKIN FELL OFF, who will only suffer more if, for example, someone stops studying medicine.

And medicine is really what we're ALL studying, isn't it?

Each of our talents, however diverse they may be, is a form of medicine. Physicians offer medicine for the body. Phychologists offer medicine for the mind. The clergy offers medicine for the spirit. Lawyers offer medicine for justice. Mechanics offer medicine for cars. Firefighters offer medicine for a burning house. Accountants offer medicine for a burning checkbook. Sellers offer medicine for buyers. Buyers offer medicine for sellers.

Those of us in the entertainment industry offer medicine for each of these areas combined - a medicine for the Soul which, guided by God, runs the body, the mind, the heart.

How could we ever stop doing that? And why would God want us to.

Watch THE BOY WHOSE SKIN FELL OFF (details for which appear below).


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The following information appears exactly as it is written on the website for Channel 4 in the UK regarding THE BOY WHOSE SKIN FELL OFF.



THE BOY WHOSE SKIN FELL OFF
A year ago, 36-year-old Jonny Kennedy died. He had a terrible genetic condition called Dystrophic Epidermolysis Bullosa (EB) - which meant that his skin literally fell off at the slightest touch, leaving his body covered in agonising sores and leading to a final fight against skin cancer.
In his last months Jonny decided to work with filmmaker Patrick Collerton to document his life and death, and the result was a film, first broadcast in March, that was an uplifting, confounding and provocatively humorous story of a singular man. Not shying away from the grim reality of EB, the film was also a celebration of a life lived to the full.
Astonishingly, The Boy Whose Skin Fell Off captivated nearly 5 million viewers and helped to raise £500,000 for the EB charity DebRA. Six months later, Channel 4 is re-screening the film and re-visiting Jonny's family to see how they have come to terms with his death and the public's reaction to the film.
Jonny was frank about his feelings on his upcoming death and practical about the arrangements. The film featured moving interviews with his friends and family, including his mother Edna, who had been his life-long carer and faced the prospect of Jonny's death with disarming mixed feelings, torn between relief for Jonny and knowing that she would miss him desperately.
But the film, and the reaction it has had from viewers, has had a profound effect. "It's been an unbelievable experience," she says. "Jonny wanted to do the film to get EB and DebRA better known, but it has been so much more than that; the film seems to have touched so many people.”
"Jonny has achieved something amazing and I know that, wherever he is now, he will be jumping with joy at the response the film has had."
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DebRA UKFor more information about DebRA UK - the national charity working on behalf of people with Dystrophic Epidermolysis Bullosa - visit www.debra.org.uk or telephone 01344 771961.If you'd like to make a donation, you can phone 0870 402 0201.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

I Think He Was Praying

You know that Father's Day Dream I had the other night, in which my Dad appeared to me? Remember when I asked him to speak up, 'cause I could barely hear him?

Maybe I could barely hear him because of the challenging connection between THIS world and the NEXT. Both realities, of course, not to mention, people, are not always on the same frequency. My Dad and I certainly were not on the same wave length when he was on Earth.

And yet, he seemed to be pre-occupied when he was whispering in my living room, sitting there watching me sleep on the sofa (before I awakened IN the dream, as well as in THIS reality)?

I think he was praying for me.

Monday, June 20, 2005

My Father's Day Dream

Might just have to set up a "Dream Blog," as I had a second great dream in a row last night (following my vision of Heather Locklear).

This one involved my Dad.

I fell asleep in the living room, and in a moment - to the left, my Dad appeared. Half-asleep or half-awake, I tried to scream out the word, "Daaadddd," and my mouth moved in slow motion (which it rarely does in the full waking state).

My Dad, who looks great - probably around 48ish (he died when he was 83), starts walking towards the hallway and into my office. He sits down to the left of the computer, and he starts talking. But I can't hear him. I ask him to speak up, but I still have trouble hearing what he has to say. Only a few things are clear.

One of them was a compliment on my new computer, "Nice computer," he said. He clearly knew (knows) how much the computer means to my work - and really to me, in general). So he was definately tugging at my heart.

Because I've been worried about my Mom, I plain out asked him, "Dad? Can I ask about - and what's going to happen to her?"

"Not yet," he said. "Not yet."

He then gets up from the chair, and walks over to me and hugs me...and I felt this incredible warmth...it was REAL. I felt his embrace and physical "heat" coming from his body - which was solid, and not transparent or anything (like in the movies).

Just before he hugged me, however, he said something like, "Oh, you have such a glow about you." And he meant that literally. Somehow he say a "light" around my physical form, my aura, apparently, is quite bright.

But I was a little shocked to hear that. Me? I have a "glow"? It was an awesome feeling of comfort, as I - like the rest of us - am so hard on myself.

Anyway, he then pulled away and started walking back into the living room and out the door. But once he left my apartment, my buidling became some other building - with a courtyard - and other residents that I did not recognize were walking in and out of the courtyard.

There were two women specifically, that I remember. Pretty ladies. One was visiting another upstairs, to the second floor, in the apartment above me.

Then I noticed a security guard. He was watching me as I was watching my father walk away. Then I couldn't see my father anymore. It's not like he vanished into thin air or anything. I just couldn't see him anymore. And the security guard said, "What's wrong? Who you looking for? The old man?"

And I thought, "My father doesn't look old."

And then I woke up - and realized it was the day after Father's Day.

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Am I Heather's "Perfect 'Dream' Man"?

Had a telling dream last night:

It's late evening, and Heather Locklear and I are on some kind of boat somewhere, I think maybe in Venice, Italy. After a moment, she jumps off the boat and starts swimming, swiftly, underwater in a white bikini.

Suddenly, the boat disappears, and, mysteriously (this is a dream, you know), another boat - with some kind of evil thugs on it - appears, and starts chasing her. I, meanwhile, am observing all of this from the sidelines, apparently floating in the air close by (do we ever really see OURSELVES in dreams? - just from our perspective, right?).

Anyway, Heather makes it to dry land, wet, out of breath and exhausted, kneeling on a pathway near by that looks like the Venice boardwalk (in CA, not Italy). I go over to her, to try and comfort her, and end up taking her in my arms to safety.

That safe area automatically becomes a spiral stairwell, on one landing of which we meet a shirtless Christopher "Peter Brady" Knight (a part of the dream that worries me a little bit). I attempt to hand Heather over to Chris, but she stops me and asks, "Why are you always trying to give me away? Why can't I just stay in your arms?"

The dream then ends, and I wake up.

What does it mean?

Well, Heather is starring in a new feature film (her first, I think, since The Return of the Swamp Thing in 1989), and it's called "The Perfect Man," in which her daughter (played by Hillary Duff) tries to hook her up with the right guy (Duff's dad is somehow out of the picture, no pun intended).

So does Heather represent all the beautiful women I've passed up in my life, because I've felt undeserving of their love? Am I really anyone's perfect man?

Don't know about an answer to the second question, but as to the first, "Oh, definately."

Maybe it's time for me to change and become that "perfect" man, the next time the "Perfect Woman" shows up?

Thank you, Heather Locklear - my "dream girl" - for the reality check.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

An NDE (via nderf.com and the Mother of Beckie H. 6.17.05)

There are SO MANY wonderful life lessons to learn from those who've had NDEs (Near-Death-Experiences). And I highly recommend (I never LOWLY recommend anything) that everyone (and not just anyone) visit wonderful sites of light, such as: near-death.com, embracedbythelight.com, and nderf.com, the latter from which the following NDE has been transferred.

I chose to post it here because it is both brief and profound. Others are longer - and also should be read. But for now, read on, as Beckie H. relays her elderly Mom's awesome experience.

Peace, Light & God's good magic,

Herbie J

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"I was sitting with my 8 year old daughter by my mom's bed when she had a second stroke. This is a remarkable story and I hope you can use it. Mother was raised to believe if you were not perfect, you didn't go to heaven. She was born 11/11/11 and her mom died when she was 7. She and her siblings were raised by an abusive father. He beat them and gave some of them to other people. She married my dad at age 14 to get away and they were married 54 years when he died. We are all very close.Mother had an obvious problem and they came in and worked on her and after an hour or so we were allowed back in her room. She had been very sick. She was now GLOWING. The first thing she said was I have been to heaven and I saw my mother and now I know what she looked like. She was amazed because her dad and a brother who had been in jail were there too. They were all healthy and happy and loved her. Jesus told her she had to come back as she had things to do...this is the remarkable part. She had always been very depressed. The next 4 months were the most difficult of her life physically and yet everyone she met was told of the Lord's love for them. She sang hymns all the time and witnesses constantly. If she peed she thanked God for it. It was an unbelievable change. She told my daughter that she saw her smoking and doing something she shouldn't and that she was to be very careful with her activities in the future. My daughter listened and thought it was sweet but didn't believe her. (Later she became a heroin addict but has now been clean for 6 years.) The emphasis was on her family of origin but the last thing she saw was my 81 year old dad walking down the street in a young, healthy body, about 30 years old. What a blessing for us to have this experience. She literally could hardly contain herself until she could get back to heaven."

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Probably the Nicest Letter I've Ever Received from A Bewitched Fan

"The new (revived) interest in Bewitched, Bewitched the movie, Bewitched on DVD, Samantha statue in Salem, books about Agnes Moorehead and Paul Lynde...this journey all started with a single step and that step was "The Bewitched Book." You will never know how it felt for me to find that book. My mom had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's 2 years prior and I would stay with her on the weekends while my dad worked to make extra money (overtime) to pay for her care. There wasn't much we could do together but I could take her to the mall for a bit. One day we were in Waldenbooks and there I saw it on the shelf "The Bewitched Book." Bewitched! I was so excited. Always my favorite show, it had been nearly impossible to find anything about it, other than an occasional mention in a history of TV book. So I bought the book and what a revelation - it was GREAT! The guy who wrote this was really a fan! He had actually talked to Elizabeth Montgomery and Dick York and Dick Sargent and David White! And he loved the show as much, or more, than I did! Best of all, when I got to meet that guy some years later he was the nicest, sweetest person who was just as much in awe of what he'd been able to do as everyone who read the book was.
So now, it's been a decade since that book appeared, and Bewitched is being made into a movie. There's revived interest in the show and the actors, and lots of marketing and hype around both it and the film. But I really believe that none of this would have come to pass if someone, somewhere, hadn't decided to write a book about Bewitched. You brought all of us Bewitched fans to each other, and now look what's happened...so thank you, Herbie J...thank you for articulately and wonderfully cracking open the door and sharing "our" show with the world at large!"

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Some of My Favorite Prayers

"Oh, Dear God - please bless me indeed. Enlarge my territories for the glory of Your Name. Place your hand upon me and keep me far from evil, so I do not cause pain." (The Prayer of Jabeze)

"I am of good cheer, for this is the day the Lord has made - and I have the favor of God."

"I am Immortal, Eternal, Ageless, filled with Light, Health, Strength and Prosperity - on and in all levels of my life."

"I surrender my life and will unto you, Dear God, for there is nothing but You, Dear God."

"I commit my life unto you, Dear God, and my plans are established."

"Thy will, not mine, be done."

"Our Father, who are in Heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. They will be done. On Earth, as it is in Heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread - and forgive our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, and deliver us from evil. Amen."

"Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with Thee. Blessed art Thou, amongst women - and blessed is the fruit of Thy Womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us - now and at the hour of our passing into spirit. Amen."

"Oh, Most Holy Heart of Jesus - fountain of ever and every blessing, I adore You, I love You, and with a lively joy for my life, I offer You my strong heart. Allow me to be humble, patient, pure and completely obedient to Your Will. Grant me, Good Jesus, that I live in You and for You. Protect me in the midst of danger. Comfort me in my afflictions. Allow me health of body, assistance in my temporal needs and your blessings on all that I do. Amen."

"I consecrate my heart, Dear Lord, to Your Sacred Heart, through the Immaculate Heart of our Divine Blessed Mother. Amen."

Sunday, June 12, 2005

No Hurt

"It hurts God when we hurt ourselves since we are all so beautiful and sacred."

Dang! I love this Anonymous quote more than the one from yesterday.

That said, so many of us, for way so and too long (and I mean eons!) have felt undeserving of God's love.

Yet God, however we choose to call Him or Her, does indeed love us.

It's about time we start feeling deserving of that love...and being fully alive in the process.

And don't be fooled into believing that God punishes us with disease, poverty, and any number of pains and ills.

WE bring these tragedies upon ourselves via our seperation from God's love in combination with the residue and results of our past lives.

"We reap what we sow" (from previous lives).

Yet, whatever misery we are experiencing can dissolve in an INSTANT. Because no matter how many previous lives we have lived, the one that means the most is THIS LIFE.

And the only thing that erases the pains and ills of ANY life, is LOVE.

I can't overstate this. And I never will.

Saturday, June 11, 2005

The Past is STILL Perfect

"We can neither glorify nor live in the past, but we must revive its truths in order to rise to consciousness."

DAMN - I love that quote. Not sure where I heard it, or who said it. So it has to be billed as "Anonymous." But - DAMN - I love that quote!

For years I've heard, "Oh, Herbie J - you're so OBSESSED with the past. You need to live in the present."

And I'd be like, "Whatta ya' mean? I'm fine."

"Fine" - on several levels.

I've had what I like to call this "fascination" with the past, because I am quite aware of my previous incarnations. And secondly, I have made the past work for me - from a professional standpoint. I took my "fascination" and cut myself out quoite a career.

Also, my past experiences as Herbie J in THIS life, is awesome material for future scripts, TV shows and films of every shape and form. (Namely, look for LORDSVILLE, about my experience with my Dad.)

Meanwhile, here's a tiny memory that will one-day be screened, published or televised:

In the mid-1960s through 1972, I attended the beautiful St. Peter and Paul's School and Church, the latter for which still resides on West Main Street here in Rochester (near what used to be called the Bull's Head area - and it's called that because, allegedly, they used to slaugther bulls there eons ago - and there's actually a sculpted bull's head on the facade of one of the buildings).

One day, in the early 1990s, I decided to take a trip back down this particular memory lane. I drove down Brown Street, past Padilla's Market (which was owned by the father of famed body-builder Danny Padilla, brother to Linda Padilla - my first love and kiss as second graders). The school was in the front on Brown Street, while the Church was in the "back" on West Main Street.

In between was the school yard, in which I drove, parked and began to reminisce. I remembered how Sister Alacoe would ring the bell when recess was over, how all the students would first line up in the morning before school starts, .and meet again there after lunch. Oh, the structure of Catholic academia. Awesome.

Anyway, as I sit there in my car in the 1990s recalling the 1960s, I notice this little elderly man, walking towards my car with a smile on his face.

Could it be?

No?

Can't be?

But it is!

"PIETRO!"

The grounds man. Oh, my gosh! He has to be at least 90 - and he was STILL working at St. Pete's! And he's smiling now now he actually recognizes me.

How the heck could have recognized me? The last time he saw me, I was 10. And I'm now frickin' 32-years-old.

"Pietro," I started to ask? "Do you remember me? Do you know who I am?"

"I don't recall the name," he replies. "But I remember the face...and the scream."

"The scream?"

"Yes...on your first day in kindergarten. You screamed in the hallway, outside of the classroom. And you wouldn't STOP screaming. I never heard anything like it."

Oh...my...good...heavens. He REMEMBERED that. How the heck could he remember that?

Then again, how could he forget it. I was LOUD! I didn't want to go to school? Who does, on the first day? Apparently, I just didn't want to more than anyone Pietro ever met - and he "schooled" a ton of kids in his lifetime.

At any rate, Pietro and I talked a little more that day and, shortly thereafter, he passed away.

But what a gift I was given - to meet up with him again that day and share that special, if very spastic, memory. More like a validation, really. I had indeed lived. And what's more, I'M ALIVE NOW!

Be alive and STAY ALIVE, everyone. And "remember":

"We can neither glorify nor live in the past, but we must revive its truths in order to rise to consciousness."

Thursday, June 09, 2005

The Healing

A very dear friend of mine contacted me about the failing health of his sister who has been challenged with lung cancer. Because my father suffered from the disease, my friend asked me for advice in dealing with the situation. An edited and expanded version of what I told him follows:

Dear Friend:

Surround your sister with the color "Green." For one reason or another, and through my spiritual studies, the color "Green" is the healing hue for the challenges of lung cancer in particular.

Also - check with her doctor first, but commence her on a Vitamin C program immediately. Study the research of Linus Spaulding and Luther Burbank. And give her as high a dosage as you want. I myself take sometimes 6000 milagrams a day of Vitamin C. It is incorrect to believe that too much Vitamin C is bad for you. THAT is impossible. You can never have too much Vitamin C - as well as LOTS of GREEN TEA (decaf)

Meanwhile, too, according to Edgar Cayce's Encyclopedia of Healing (which I highly recommend that you purchase), have your sister inhale the fumes from apple brandy, with instructions to fill a charred oak keg half full of apple brand and keep the keg near heat os that the fumes will collect in the empty portion of the container. As Cayce reveals, inhaling the fumes two or three times a day would assist the respiration and help the body eliminate toxins.

Also - employ the use of a Violet and Ultraviolet ray over her chest/lung area.

Dietary advice includes: leafy green vegetables, fish and fowl, jello, and dark breads. Pork is FORBIDDEN, as is red meat (though to a lesser extent).

Most importantly, of course, is that your sister has to be clear on what she really wants in life. Does she want to live? What is her mind set? What does she or what do you really feel is God's plan? For her to live fully and recover? Or to pass?

Pray for guidance and God will give it you. But decide. A decision must be made. God will not answer your prayer unless your prayer is clear and in agreement with His - and your sister's ultimate plan.

If you all so decide that she indeed wants to live, then she will. Pray over her chest, with her knowing it or not. Pray the Our Father ONCE and MEAN it.

Also, say, continuously: "Lung Cancer...I LOVE you. And I love you so much, that you are gone. And I have replaced that space with Love."

These spiritual strategies will work if they are MEANT to work. That is God's promise. But you must ask in the right way - and that right way includes a TRUE desire to be healed - on ALL levels.

With particular regard to my father, I applied most of what I have relayed here. And I was very particular with God on the situation. I asked, "Lord - if you heal my father, heal him completely, mind, body and soul."

Meaning, my father was a very unhappy person (which, in many ways, contributed to a weak immune system, which paved the way for disease). And if the Lord God was to heal my father, then my Dad's attitude needed to be healed as well.

I also prayed, "Lord God - if you so desire not to heal my father, then please give him the strength and spiritual guidance needed to bring him to Heaven with you. And to also give strength to the ones he leaves behind to deal with the loss."

In the end, the Lord God gave my father and his family more than an extra year on this earth.

And I later had spiritual validation that God indeed brought my father to Heaven - due mostly to the prayers of all those concerned.

The point is, there is a destiny for each of our souls - a destiny that can be altered or changed according to our faith - and according to God's plan.

But God is powerless to give us what we want (through His/Her great gift to us of Free Will), unless we KNOW EXACTLY what we want, pray for it, earnestly, and then trust and act accordingly that this prayer will be granted.

Love,

Herbie J

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

The Right Stuff

We all always want to do the "right thing," don't we?

It's just not always that easy.

Sometimes doing the right thing means telling the whole truth. Sometimes it means telling only part of the truth. Sometimes it means not saying anything at all. And sometimes it means, as dear Master Po once told a Young Caine on Kung Fu, "That you have to cut off a finger, to save a hand."

Well, I'm still trying to finger out all these years later just exactly what Master Po meant, all I know for sure is that I usually say what's on my mind.

I cannot NOT say anything. I usually have something to say about everything. It may or may not work out for me in THIS existence. But ultimately, what I say, on any given topic, I am compelled to say - as if driven by some other force. Maybe some other-worldly force.

Either way, my intentions are ALWAYS good. Because I'm a good guy. I think. Like most of us (I would hope), I never intend to hurt anyone. In fact, I go out of my way on many occasions to help others whenever I can.

Though, if I fear anything in life, I fear what will really not be a part of this life at all. And that is my LIFE REVIEW at the END of my life - on what we have been conditioned to call JUDGEMENT DAY.

Yet from what I can gather in my research of Near-Death Experiences (aka NDEs), God, or however we choose to name the Creator of the Universe, does not judge us at all. We JUDGE OURSELVES. The good, the bad and the ugly moods. And many times what we think of as great things that we have accomplished are not that great at all in the eyes of God.

We rank our big homes, big bank accounts and big hair as major accomplishments when, in fact, the questions Our Creator asks, according to thousands of NDEs, is: "What good have you done with your life for others?" and "How much have you loved others?"

John Lennon, God bless him, was trying to tell us that all along.

"All you need is love."

That's truly the right stuff.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Wonder Mothers

GENERAL THOUGHT OF THE DAY: Angelina Jolie needs to be cast as Wonder Woman in Joss Whedon's new feature film version of the classic comic-cum-70s-TV-show. And Lynda Carter needs to be cast as her Mother.

Speaking of Mothers....


As many of you are well-aware, my Father died of lung cancer in 1995. I was his primary caregiver for 18 months before then and, as anyone who has lost a loved one in such a way surely knows, it's a life-changing experience - on many levels.

Anyway, since my Dad's passing, it's been a rough road for my Mother, emotionally. They were very close, and she was very dependent on him, she's doesn't drive, etc. So I've tried to do the best I can for her, even once attempting to move her to LA with me (to disastrous results).

Now, she's 83 and having memory issues.

However, for as long as I can remember, she's always prayed for everyone - and still does, especially children. In fact, whenever she sees a child, she takes out her rosary beads and says a prayer, right there, at that moment, wherever she is, asking the accompanying parent if it's okay for her to bless their child. "Of course," they say.

Then, every Monday-Friday, my Mom goes to the Senior Center, which costs her about $5.00 a day, which includes lunch, and van service (which picks her up and takes her home). Twenty-five bucks a week for a senior's regular activities? Not bad.

At this simple-treasured Center, she also plays cards, goes on picnics, and plays bingo. She especially loves the bingo. A whole lot.

I never realized how much, really.

Until, one day, a few weeks ago, when I started giving her "extra" quarters with which to play the game. Not a lot of quarters. Just seven dollars worth. Not ten. Not nine.

Seven.

Every other day, I walk into her apartment, and interrupt her daily viewing of Murder, She Wrote or The Golden Girls, walk over to her, kiss her, and ask her to open up her hand.

At that moment, I pour out the seven dollars in quarters, 28 in all.

As I'm doing this, her reaction is one of astonishment. She looks as if she's winning the lottery or the mega-jackpot in Vegas. "Oh, Herbie J," she'll say with so much joy, "...what a great son you are! I have to pay you back! I have to pay you back!!"

"Ma," I reply, "You just go have fun at the Center."

And she does, all the more...with that mere extra seven dollars. Not a million. Not a thousand. Not even ten. But seven.

Seven.

Monday, June 06, 2005

I Wash My Soul

It's hot here in Rochester. HOT!

It's really only about 85 degrees...but oh the humidity...

So, I'm like, "You know, something...Lemme wash my car. Like I used to. In the old days, in the early 80s.... Pre-witched. When I was just a person, which of course, I still am. But I was a calmer person. Not so obsessed and compulsed...by the industry...by selling my wares, and sometimes my soul.

So I go out there. Get a bucket, the rags, the soap, the hose. The whole nine yards of it.

And I start WASHING MY CAR.

Oh my gosh! I'm a regular person again. Hallelujah!

"Hi, Mrs. Palermo...beautiful day, isn't it?''

"Now - don't get any soap on my side of the lawn!"

"I won't, Mrs. Palermo."

And I keep scrubbing and spraying and scrubbing.

Then I rinse it.

Dry it all up.

Get some windex on those windows.

Look at it! Damn! Beautiful!

So what if it's probably gonna rain later.

It usually does, right? After we wash our cars.

But all I know is, I haven't washed my car like this in ages.

And it was awesome.

I'm a person again.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Magic Monday

Well, Monday is just around the corner. In fact, it's tomorrow. And it will at once commence and continue what has already been a strong period in the realm of Bewitched.

Nicole and Will were on Oprah Friday. It was intriguing to say the least.

The unveiling of the Samantha Statue is coming up - along with the Complete First Season DVD release of the original Bewitched series - along with the feature film, of course.

It's been a long road - and all things considered, I want only good things to transpire for the feature film. Nora Ephron was given a daunting task - and she ran with it.

Where will this leave Herbie J, once the Bewitched blanket has been folded?

Good question.

First of all, I doubt the Bewitched blanket will ever fold. There are seven more seasons of the original series yet to be released on DVD - and hopefully, there will be sequels to the feature film.

Yet, so much of my life and career has centered around Bewitched that I've nearly become lost in it. In fact, at times I was.

So what about other projects and books beyond Bewitched?

The Bionic Book? The Book of Life Goes On? The Nine Best Secrets of Christmas?

They're all on the way.

As our scripts, teleplays, screenplays, TV shows, music CDs, and any numerous amount of those pontifications.

Stay tuned - and stop worrying about the wrong things.

The only thing you need to concern yourself with is loving one another and being the reason for the success of your friends and family members.

Peace out,

Herbie J