My First Birthday
Sunday, March 16th, 2008
My first birthday was October 2, 1972. I guess there was quite a fuss made. In fact, the folks had two different birthday parties for me at our house on John Glenn – the first with my Mom’s family and the second with my Dad’s family. Since my birthday fell on a Monday, I have to assume that the celebrations were held over the prior weekend – and our clothes indicate they were on different days. Dad took a couple of minutes of Super 8mm footage of each of the gatherings. Read the rest of this entry »
Monty O’Grady certainly isn’t the most recognized among the names of the Our Gang child actors, but he certainly held one of the most unique roles in the history of the series. He was in five of the very earliest of the comedies, beginning in 1922 with the first entry in the series, simply entitled Our Gang. It was pure dumb luck – or possibly fate – that I was able to acquire a good address for Mr. O’Grady just a few years before he passed away. 
My goodness, how time flies…it seems like just yesterday that I was writing about the one-year mark of the Terrible Catsafterme. Although eighteen months isn’t really a significant anniversary by any means, it assumes a spot of pivotal importance in my head. For a long time, I have had a basic plan (or at least an idea) of a timeline for completing the work on my past life chronology. (Hopefully the creators of Lost have a better understanding where they are headed…but I digress). From the moment I decided to chronicle the events of my life – with a huge chunk of pop-culture observations and collectibles and a generous portion of current events sprinkled along the way – I have estimated that this would be a three-year project. 
I was completely taken aback when I saw how attractive Anne Heche was in person. I was used to seeing that short-haired girlfriend-of-Ellen-Anne Heche on TV and in the movies and frankly, never thought she looked that good. But with her hair down, she was quite the dazzler. A charming personality made her even more appealing. She is in my opinion, what one might refer to as a big star – not some performer whose glory days came many years ago (the type I normally meet). So it was a breath of fresh air that she didn’t need to be goaded into signing an autograph or posing for a picture.