Tuesday, March 06, 2018
Putting Things in Perspective
When something in your life goes sideways, most of us go through the three stages--panic, realization and more panic. I tell people I am going to stay calm, until there's a reason to panic, and then let the panicking begin!
It's been less than two weeks since I was told that I might have prostate cancer, but it seems like it's been two months. In just 12 days I have changed and it's all for the better, as I've become more focused on what's important while shedding a lot of the crap I was carrying around.
I've always been impatient and sometimes act a little entitled. I get surly with people who don't agree with me about the fact that I am an amazing individual. I am a bad listener at times; thinking about the next brilliant thing I'm going to say as opposed to what someone else is sharing. I get upset about little things like the person in front of me in line at the 15-limit check stand with 16 items. I yell at people who cut me out off while driving, which happens almost every six minutes here in San Francisco. I dismiss people who don't interest me sometimes and that's uncool, because everyone has something to share. Often, I forget that each individual standing on the planet right now deserves their very own piece of the whole picture, whether it's a CEO of a large company or someone with nothing.
There's an older lady down the street who is in her 70s and works part-time at Safeway. She is actually a delight and a very sweet woman. She loves dogs and every time I encounter her on our street, she wants to say hello. If you stop, it could be a 20 minute detour and to be honest, she keeps telling me the same stories. She talks about her beloved cat that died in 1998 and how she still isn't over it. She tells me about all of the other dogs in the neighborhood, their names, the breeds, their ages--she knows it all. If she ever forgets her stories, I can recite them back to her word by word.
For a while, if I saw her when I was walking the dogs, I would act like I was on my cell phone or quickly duck down another street before she noticed me. But, since my recent incident, if I see her I approach her and let her talk. Yesterday, it must have been at least 30 minutes, to the point where she said that she had places to be and said goodbye. She blew me off!
Most of us live fairly cushy lives. We have our lattes or espressos in the AM; do yoga; take Uber to wherever; enjoy good food and all of the entertainment we want is right at our fingertips. Many of us get to work virtually or only go into the job four days a week. Sure, there are a lot of unpleasant things that we have to deal with--financial issues, health problems, traffic, relationship issues, politics, even a bad hair day now and again--and that can make us snarky and depressed.
So, how have I changed?
I no longer yell at people while driving. Some guy blatantly stole a parking space from me the other day. After he did it, he looked over at me, expecting me to react and I just smiled and waved. Normally, I would have sprained my middle finger flipping him off while finding some real spicy things to share with him, but I let it go.
Also, I'm not blaming Millennials anymore for all of society's ills and last week I actually talked to one, although she was texting the entire time.
I'm more patient. I saw the movie Black Panther the other day and this gentleman in front of us at the theater kept talking, but I let it go and he eventually shut up.
I still get mad and frustrated like any other human being, but I'm trying not sweat over the little things as much anymore.
So, what's my point? It's called re-calibration--like refreshing your computer screen or cleaning your pool--now and again we have to get some perspective and come back down to terra firma. We get caught in the labyrinth and start bouncing off the walls in the same patterns and that's when it's time to shake the bottle.
It always takes something significant to change my attitude and I've always said that all my lessons have been learned the hard way. But, after this is over, I promise myself that I will never take anything granted ever again, because life is a gift and you can't take it back to Macy's (even if you have a gift receipt).
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
No More Anxiety!
Today was a big day when I found out if I need to continue on this journey or not, but for some reason, I'm not anxious about it anymore. When I found out last Wednesday that I might have prostate cancer, it hit me hard. I've been trying so damn hard to stay healthy; exercising every day and eating right, and now this thing comes out of left field? While some people have nerves of steel and can be stoic in stressful situations, I'm not one of them. I thought of crumbling like a bleu cheese, but instead I'm coming back harder than a parmigiano-reggiano.
Friday night for some reason was really tough as I made a lame attempt to shed a barrage of depressing thoughts without success. I tried to clear my mind, but the more you try the worse it gets. But, after writing my first blog about this experience and posting it on Facebook on Saturday, all of my anxiety went away suddenly and completely.
So much that when I was waiting around for today's appointment, I still remained calm. Now, how is that happening, I asked myself? I guess when you're in it, you just figure out how to deal. The wonderful response I got from so many of my friends on Facebook surely didn't hurt. People from as far back as elementary school shared their experiences about cancer through comments or private messages and I want to thank all of you. It meant so much you can't imagine.
So, what did the doctor tell me today? Well, my PSA number went down slightly (from 11 to 10), but not dramatically enough to bypass a biopsy. So, in two weeks, I'll be getting a biopsy to determine if I have prostate cancer or something else.
Sure, it's still scary, but now I have a lot more information and even though I'm not sleeping well, I am fine and prepared for whatever transpires. During this process, I found out that a friend of mine is also in the same boat as I am. He is getting his biopsy next week, so we've decided to start a two-man support team to help us through this ordeal.
I told him that in October when we're both cancer-free or at least on the road to remission, we can dress up as the Biopsy Twins for Halloween. Hopefully we'll be looking back on this period soon and say--it all came out just fine.
Did you read the Bobbsey Twins series when you were a kid?
Or maybe we'll go this route
But not this one
It's been an unusual week, to say the least, but something amazing has happened during that time, so I'm riding it. I think we all find an inner strength when we need it, to survive and make it to the next day intact mentally and physically, and at this point, I'm not going to argue with the results or freak out about the future.
Friday night for some reason was really tough as I made a lame attempt to shed a barrage of depressing thoughts without success. I tried to clear my mind, but the more you try the worse it gets. But, after writing my first blog about this experience and posting it on Facebook on Saturday, all of my anxiety went away suddenly and completely.
So much that when I was waiting around for today's appointment, I still remained calm. Now, how is that happening, I asked myself? I guess when you're in it, you just figure out how to deal. The wonderful response I got from so many of my friends on Facebook surely didn't hurt. People from as far back as elementary school shared their experiences about cancer through comments or private messages and I want to thank all of you. It meant so much you can't imagine.
So, what did the doctor tell me today? Well, my PSA number went down slightly (from 11 to 10), but not dramatically enough to bypass a biopsy. So, in two weeks, I'll be getting a biopsy to determine if I have prostate cancer or something else.
Sure, it's still scary, but now I have a lot more information and even though I'm not sleeping well, I am fine and prepared for whatever transpires. During this process, I found out that a friend of mine is also in the same boat as I am. He is getting his biopsy next week, so we've decided to start a two-man support team to help us through this ordeal.
I told him that in October when we're both cancer-free or at least on the road to remission, we can dress up as the Biopsy Twins for Halloween. Hopefully we'll be looking back on this period soon and say--it all came out just fine.
But not this one
It's been an unusual week, to say the least, but something amazing has happened during that time, so I'm riding it. I think we all find an inner strength when we need it, to survive and make it to the next day intact mentally and physically, and at this point, I'm not going to argue with the results or freak out about the future.
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Another Battle to Take On
I went to the doctor earlier this month for a checkup and got the requisite blood test before the appointment. When you get to be my age (60 later this year) a blood test is a big deal. How has your body held up after rigorous (or non-rigorous) activity and all of the things you've done and ingested over the years? How's your LDL, HDL, RA Factor or CBC? It doesn't matter if you feel great, it's all in the numbers. Today's medical technology is amazing, because just one simple blood test will tell you pretty much how you're doing.
The doctor told me my numbers were fine, so I thought--wow, victory! But, then a week later I got a call and he told me that he had missed one particular number that had him concerned. My PSA number went up from 4 to 11 within eight months and that's not a positive sign. In a fog, I heard the "C" word and it made my feet tingle. Any time something bad happens (even when I see someone on TV getting hurt) my feet tingle.
Oh ----, I thought here we go. Shock followed by the realization that we can't control anything in this life. With a carousel of scary things traveling through my brain, I called the urologist for an appointment. "We can't see you until late March." "But I may have prostate cancer!" I said. "Oh wait--we had a cancellation today. Can you be here at 2 p.m.?" I thought that's a little soon, maybe I should wait a day or two to process this before I jump in. But, I figured no--let's deal with this now. Let's take it on. So, I made the appointment and met with Dr. Ed Collins at CPMC here in San Francisco.
He told me some things I wanted to hear and others I didn't. For one, if you're going to get cancer, prostate is one of the preferred forms. One out of every 36 men get it, but it's treatable if caught in time. So, they are re-testing my blood and urine and I will find out more next week. It's an anxious time obviously, waiting to find out. If my numbers are still the same, the next step will be a biopsy, that doesn't sound pleasant, but what is the alternative?
No one likes going to the doctor. They stick you with needles and prod you with other devices and it's never fun, but it's necessary. This recent scare makes me think of my late mother, Ann Veronica Johnson. In the mid 1960s, she got a diagnosis of breast cancer and she was so freaked out she didn't go back to the doctor until it was too late. They gave her a mastectomy, but the cancer had already spread and by 1966 she was gone. It was a bummer, because they didn't want my brother and I to visit her in the hospital toward the end, so I only got to see her probably twice during those last two years. I can't blame her--she was obviously scared and just wanted it to go away.
So, when I got this news last week, I promised myself that I would make every appointment and take this battle head on. I have lived a good life and I love my family and I have a supportive wife and wonderful friends and I don't plan on leaving the world any time soon. I have dodged a lot of bullets in my life (I used to be 350 lbs. and had a stroke in 2009, but I lost 120 lbs.), so hopefully I don't have cancer. I have been very anxious and can't wait to find out one way or another, but I'm in this to win it and ready to do whatever it takes.
We get happy and complacent in our lives, until fate throws you a wicked curveball, and then that's when we're tested. My therapy now is to write about it, because after all--I am a writer. As long as I can write, I will tell my story and I hope it doesn't depress people. Life is a miracle that all started when you beat the other thousands and thousands little sperm cells to the egg, so the odds were stacked against you from the beginning. I am hoping and praying to look back on this frightening moment several years from now and say, "Wow that was a scary ride, but it made me a better person and a better man."
-Ed
The doctor told me my numbers were fine, so I thought--wow, victory! But, then a week later I got a call and he told me that he had missed one particular number that had him concerned. My PSA number went up from 4 to 11 within eight months and that's not a positive sign. In a fog, I heard the "C" word and it made my feet tingle. Any time something bad happens (even when I see someone on TV getting hurt) my feet tingle.
Oh ----, I thought here we go. Shock followed by the realization that we can't control anything in this life. With a carousel of scary things traveling through my brain, I called the urologist for an appointment. "We can't see you until late March." "But I may have prostate cancer!" I said. "Oh wait--we had a cancellation today. Can you be here at 2 p.m.?" I thought that's a little soon, maybe I should wait a day or two to process this before I jump in. But, I figured no--let's deal with this now. Let's take it on. So, I made the appointment and met with Dr. Ed Collins at CPMC here in San Francisco.
He told me some things I wanted to hear and others I didn't. For one, if you're going to get cancer, prostate is one of the preferred forms. One out of every 36 men get it, but it's treatable if caught in time. So, they are re-testing my blood and urine and I will find out more next week. It's an anxious time obviously, waiting to find out. If my numbers are still the same, the next step will be a biopsy, that doesn't sound pleasant, but what is the alternative?
No one likes going to the doctor. They stick you with needles and prod you with other devices and it's never fun, but it's necessary. This recent scare makes me think of my late mother, Ann Veronica Johnson. In the mid 1960s, she got a diagnosis of breast cancer and she was so freaked out she didn't go back to the doctor until it was too late. They gave her a mastectomy, but the cancer had already spread and by 1966 she was gone. It was a bummer, because they didn't want my brother and I to visit her in the hospital toward the end, so I only got to see her probably twice during those last two years. I can't blame her--she was obviously scared and just wanted it to go away.
I still think of her literally every day.
So, when I got this news last week, I promised myself that I would make every appointment and take this battle head on. I have lived a good life and I love my family and I have a supportive wife and wonderful friends and I don't plan on leaving the world any time soon. I have dodged a lot of bullets in my life (I used to be 350 lbs. and had a stroke in 2009, but I lost 120 lbs.), so hopefully I don't have cancer. I have been very anxious and can't wait to find out one way or another, but I'm in this to win it and ready to do whatever it takes.
We get happy and complacent in our lives, until fate throws you a wicked curveball, and then that's when we're tested. My therapy now is to write about it, because after all--I am a writer. As long as I can write, I will tell my story and I hope it doesn't depress people. Life is a miracle that all started when you beat the other thousands and thousands little sperm cells to the egg, so the odds were stacked against you from the beginning. I am hoping and praying to look back on this frightening moment several years from now and say, "Wow that was a scary ride, but it made me a better person and a better man."
-Ed
Thursday, November 09, 2017
The Teddy Turnaround, Month #1
Years ago, we started adopting senior dogs and since then it has been a roller coaster. When you adopt an older dog, you set yourself up for heart break and most people can't handle it, including me. And don't get me started about the vet bills--OMG. But, in the end, the sense of satisfaction that you get outweighs those other things.
In March, we lost our beloved Freddy, a Cairn Terrier that my wife Simone found him online. He was allegedly 10 or 11 years old when we got him, and he was a mess--overweight, overgrown and depressed. He had been in a few shelters in Sacramento and then later with the Milo Foundation in Marin, but when he arrived here he had what is known as "shelter trauma."
When Freddy became a new member of our family, I told my wife if we have him for five years that would be a miracle. So, when he passed on March 14th of kidney failure, we looked at his adoption papers and he passed one day short of exactly five years!
In March, we lost our beloved Freddy, a Cairn Terrier that my wife Simone found him online. He was allegedly 10 or 11 years old when we got him, and he was a mess--overweight, overgrown and depressed. He had been in a few shelters in Sacramento and then later with the Milo Foundation in Marin, but when he arrived here he had what is known as "shelter trauma."
When Freddy became a new member of our family, I told my wife if we have him for five years that would be a miracle. So, when he passed on March 14th of kidney failure, we looked at his adoption papers and he passed one day short of exactly five years!
Freddy was a unique looking dog who always got a lot of attention. "What is that--a raccoon?" people would ask.
He started us on the path of adopting older dogs, which led to Teddy. The parallels were uncanny. When we found Freddy he was approximately 11 (we think, no papers) and he was originally from Sacramento. So, when we heard about Teddy, an 11-year-old Cairn also from Sacramento, we knew this wasn't random or merely coincidental.
When we met Teddy for the first time at a meet and greet in Sacramento, he was a mess! The people who owned him loved him so much and it was difficult giving him up. Due to their lives changing, they had to move to an apartment that didn't allowed dogs and broke and it was obviously very tough for them. But, they are happy knowing that he went to a great home!
Here we groomed him and did a full dental procedure on his teeth, he was a completely different dog. Now Teddy has tons of energy and wants to be walked 3-4 times a day!
He's a little fashion plate with his snazzy new rain coat
He is already dictating with his walks and meals after just five weeks with us. On Saturday it was his 12th birthday, so we pampered him and got him a bunch or designer treats from Le Marcel, the doggy bakery here in San Francisco, but he didn't want any of them.
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
Baseball Player Interview #109: Ed Roebuck
I love interviewing these old former baseball players. I tracked down Ed Roebuck (Dodgers, Phillies Senators in the '50s and '60s) yesterday on the phone and at first it didn't look promising.
Getting these guys to talk is sometimes difficult, because I call them out of the blue. I used to send letters first, but that took too long and they rarely called me.
Getting these guys to talk is sometimes difficult, because I call them out of the blue. I used to send letters first, but that took too long and they rarely called me.
"How long do we have to talk?" he asked.
Not off to a good start, I thought.
"If you want to stop talking, we stop," I said. "It's all your call and I appreciate your time.""You writers can be a little long winded, that's why I asked. I'll give you 15 minutes and see how it goes. Okay, when do you want to do it?"
"Maybe Thursday?"
"How about now?" he said. "You know, I'm 86. I'm not going to be around forever," he said.
"So, you might not make it until Thursday, is that what you're saying?" I said.
I figured he would find that at least slightly amusing, but it only irritated him more.
Initially, he was giving me one-word answers and I thought maybe this guy is not a great story teller, it happens.
So, I was a little disappointed, but after about 10 minutes, he really got on a roll and after we were done, I looked at the clock and realized that we had talked for almost two hours.
He turned out to be a damn good story teller after all!
"If I have any follow-up questions, can I call you back, Mr. Roebuck?"
"Absolutely, but call me Ed, Ed!"
I love this gig.
Excerpts from the interview will be available soon on www.thisgreatgame.com.
Friday, October 21, 2016
Airbnb is Not a True Community
Our recent vacation to Oahu almost went sideways by Airbnb.com. If you're not familiar with this site, they connect "Hosts" with "Guests" for a wide range of houses, apartments, condos and other housing and get a rather healthy fee. Their main competitor is VRBO.com, a site we have used many times with good success.
We found a condo near the Turtle Bay Resort on the North Shore of Oahu, HI and signed up to stay there for 7 nights. The photos of the property looked fine and we knew we weren't going to get the Taj Mahal. It looked like a rather tired condo online and the price seemed appropriate based on the other condos and apartments on the North Shore listed there.
The minute we walked into the condo, there was an offensive smell that we both noticed immediately. Imagine mildew and multiply it by a factor of 10. But, we liked the condo otherwise, so we opened all the windows and turned on all the fans. One bad sign was that there were scented candles in every room, so obviously the owners of the condo were aware of the smell.
After about 3 hours in the condo, we decided that we could not stay there. So, we looked around and found another spot, after a lot of haggling and phone calls.
Once they determined that we were not going to stay at the property, they treated us like second-class citizens. They lied to us several times, did not do things they said they would and pretty much told us we were stuck with the entire fee. They told us they would cancel the reservation twice, but they did not.
The people at Airbnb were as phony as they could be. The first person we talked to said her name was "Jordan" but when we asked her name again at the conclusion of the call, she said Mary. She can't even keep her lies in order. So first off-she lied about her name.
When we asked Jordan, what if we contest this fee with our credit card company and her response was--"Oh no, if you do that you won't be welcome back into the Airbnb community?" What community? A community where you just take $$ without any oversight?
The second person we talked to was a guy named Wei. He trashed Jordan for her inattentive customer service, but then did the same thing.
I realized at that point that the people at Airbnb don't value the renters. They will protect the "hosts" because they need properties for people to offer to their customers. They could care less about us, the consumer and it became evident rather quickly.
So, we are contesting the amount for the rental with our credit card company (One note: If you ever buy something important, do it with an American Express card, because they will back you 100% on any sketchy purchase you will make). We used a VISA card and they are already hinting that they won't be helping us on this charge. I predict that they will do squat for us. Most credit cards are just loan sharks, but they don't beat you up when you don't pay. That is the only difference.
One of the worst things is that Airbnb will not let us write a review about this stinky condo. So, if anyone rents it in the near future, they will also be screwed. Airbnb will rent bad properties, because all they want is their percentage.
So, if you're looking at an Airbnb property, please be very wary. This company does not value you one iota, so be careful or stay clear of them altogether.
We found a condo near the Turtle Bay Resort on the North Shore of Oahu, HI and signed up to stay there for 7 nights. The photos of the property looked fine and we knew we weren't going to get the Taj Mahal. It looked like a rather tired condo online and the price seemed appropriate based on the other condos and apartments on the North Shore listed there.
The minute we walked into the condo, there was an offensive smell that we both noticed immediately. Imagine mildew and multiply it by a factor of 10. But, we liked the condo otherwise, so we opened all the windows and turned on all the fans. One bad sign was that there were scented candles in every room, so obviously the owners of the condo were aware of the smell.
After about 3 hours in the condo, we decided that we could not stay there. So, we looked around and found another spot, after a lot of haggling and phone calls.
Once they determined that we were not going to stay at the property, they treated us like second-class citizens. They lied to us several times, did not do things they said they would and pretty much told us we were stuck with the entire fee. They told us they would cancel the reservation twice, but they did not.
The people at Airbnb were as phony as they could be. The first person we talked to said her name was "Jordan" but when we asked her name again at the conclusion of the call, she said Mary. She can't even keep her lies in order. So first off-she lied about her name.
When we asked Jordan, what if we contest this fee with our credit card company and her response was--"Oh no, if you do that you won't be welcome back into the Airbnb community?" What community? A community where you just take $$ without any oversight?
The second person we talked to was a guy named Wei. He trashed Jordan for her inattentive customer service, but then did the same thing.
I realized at that point that the people at Airbnb don't value the renters. They will protect the "hosts" because they need properties for people to offer to their customers. They could care less about us, the consumer and it became evident rather quickly.
So, we are contesting the amount for the rental with our credit card company (One note: If you ever buy something important, do it with an American Express card, because they will back you 100% on any sketchy purchase you will make). We used a VISA card and they are already hinting that they won't be helping us on this charge. I predict that they will do squat for us. Most credit cards are just loan sharks, but they don't beat you up when you don't pay. That is the only difference.
One of the worst things is that Airbnb will not let us write a review about this stinky condo. So, if anyone rents it in the near future, they will also be screwed. Airbnb will rent bad properties, because all they want is their percentage.
So, if you're looking at an Airbnb property, please be very wary. This company does not value you one iota, so be careful or stay clear of them altogether.
Monday, August 29, 2016
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Legendary Kar Kustomizer George Barris inducted into SEMA Hall of Fame
George Barris is a
legendary vehicle customizer, well-known for his celebrity creations that
include the Batmobile, Munster Koach, KITT from Nightrider and the Dukes of
Hazard’s General Lee. In addition to
building vehicles, Barris authored many “how to” articles for magazines, such
as Hot Rod Magazine, Motor Trend, Car Craft and Rod & Custom. As a pioneer
and icon in the industry, Barris continues to actively influence the industry’s
styles and trends. A regular attendee at the SEMA Show in Las Vegas, Barris is
admired and respected by many in the industry. He was also my friend and that's why I was saddened when I found out earlier today that he died last week.
In 2014, I interviewed George for Autobody News. Here are some excerpts from that interview:
Q: Tell us about the first car you got paid
to customize and a little about your childhood.
GB:
My parents owned a restaurant called Dan’s Grill in Roseville, CA right on the
edge of town. When I was 15, my dad taught me how to be the dishwasher but it didn’t
interest me at all, so I focused on my models pretty much. About a year later,
we moved to San Juan, CA and that’s where I got my first customizing job. A kid
drove up in a 1932 Ford and told me he wanted to customize the car. I told him
that I was going to put in a set of cat eye tail lights and he agreed to pay me
10 bucks. 10 bucks! And that’s when I determined that I would make it a career.
I thought, I’m going to be a big customizer and a billionaire! (laughs) I made
up my mind right there that I would name my company Kustoms of America. I threw
that “C” out of there and turned it into a “K.” People use it now all the time,
but I was the one who came up with it when I was 16.
Q: Your first passion was building models
as a teenager and you won a lot of awards for doing it. Please talk about that
hobby and how it turned into bigger and better things.
GB:
As I said before, we grew up in Roseville, CA and one day I went to the five
and dime store and saw a flyer announcing a model airplane contest. I would go
in there with a model car and they would tell me, ‘This is for airplane models’
and I told them I’m into cars. I want four wheels, not two wheels! We stuck to
it and eventually we started winning some contests. That’s how we started in
the model business with Revell. Then, in 1960, I started working with Aluminum
Model Toys (AMT), a company that was making models for all the car companies.
So, I was able to see how the new cars looked before they hit the market. That
way, I could create models of them well before anyone had seen them, so I had
an advantage there. I made custom kits for those vehicles and then eventually
we started making 3-in-1 model kits, so that the hobbyists could pick which
design to use. That way, they could customize the models and use their
creativity. During that time Lee Iacocca from Ford Motor Company started
something called the Ford Custom Car Caravan, where they would take this little
racing track and go out there and do model racing. We went to all the World of
Wheels and Motorama shows and it got very popular real fast.
Q: Meeting Robert E. Petersen (the founder
of Hot Rod and Motor Trend) was also a big deal and brought you a lot of worldwide
attention. Your “How-To” articles in these magazines became popular as well. Describe
that long-running relationship with Petersen and how it brought the Barris name
to the hot rod world.
GB:
We called him “Pete” and I met him when he was 18 and he was putting on a car
show in L.A., and everyone loved it. After that, he started Hot Rod, then Car Craft, Rod & Custom and I got involved in all of it. As a
result, people all over the world got to know my name. I wrote columns and
helped Pete with his “little book” series and we also started the very first
Motorama car show, which we held right next to the Chinese Grauman’s Theatre in
Los Angeles and that was a winner and a half. I had 60 cars in there, including
the Batmobile and the Munsters cars and it was the #1 car show in the world. They
closed down Hollywood Boulevard and that was the first time that ever happened.
Don Prudhomme did a burnout with his dragster right down the middle of the
street. Boy, that was an exciting time!
Q: Of all the celebrities you customized
vehicles for over the years, who was your favorite?
GB:
There was one young man and I was doing a limousine for him and he would come
into the shop to visit and check on our progress now and again. One day, he
walked into the garage area where we were working on the car and started
talking to my guys one-by-one. He knew everyone’s names and everything about
them, asking about their kids and families, etc., because he really cared about
them. He wasn’t just doing it to impress anyone , he was doing it because he
wanted to. And that was Elvis Presley—a really wonderful man. He cared about
people and did everything for everybody. He was an exceptional individual. I
did a Cadillac, a bus and a limousine for Elvis and we became very good friends
with him and Priscilla. He was a real car guy, that’s for sure.
Q: Some of your first film work involved
working with Alfred Hitchcock. After that you worked with Orson Welles and
provided special vehicles for movies like The
Car, The Silencers, Thunder Alley and Fireball
500. How was it working with top names and creating cars for the film
industry?
GB:
My first movie was High School
Confidential with John Barrymore. Jr. where we built a cute little chopped
Chevy for that film. They wanted to use it in a race scene and roll it over.
But as hard as I tried, I could not roll that car, because it was too low to
the ground. So we had to get a lift and a cable down on that vehicle, to flip
it and drop it. A whole career started right there. We went on to work with
Sonny and Cher, Fireball 500, Gone in 60 Seconds, Super Van, Mag Wheels
and High School Confidential was the
start. As far as Alfred Hitchcock, yes we worked with him on North By Northwest. He wasn’t a car guy,
but he was interested in what we were doing to get this car in his film. The
most interesting film or TV car that we created was for the TV show Knight Rider. The studio wrecked the car
every episode, so we had to fix it pretty much every week. They always broke
the fiberglass nose piece on it and one day the producer told me this is
costing us a lot of money. So, I made a mold of that nose and created a rubber
one and didn’t tell them about it. The next time they wrecked it, I just walked
over there, popped it off and showed them! We had to do a lot of funny stuff to
make these cars work and it was a lot of fun. We also did the Blues Brothers film, building a lot of
police cars, Blade Runner and Thunder Alley. We worked with Clint
Eastwood, the Rat Pack, Michael Jackson and Bob Hope and so many more!
Q: In the 1960s, you got more involved in
T.V., which is where you really made your name. During this time, Batman, The Munsters, Mannix, the Beverly
Hillbillies, My Mother the Car, The Monkees, Starsky and Hutch, Banacek and
Power Rangers were touched by the
Barris magic.
GB: The Batmobile is definitely the
most well-known of all the cars I’ve created. I wanted it to be the star of the
show, right along with Batman and Robin. I told the producers, I’m going to
have rocket launchers, oil squirters—I am going to make this car a star. And
that’s why it was such a hit, because it had all these different things it
could do. The oil squirters were made out of lawn sprinklers and those were
what we used. Beverly
Hillbillies in 1960. I met with the producer and they said we need a
jalopy. How am I going to find a jalopy in Beverly Hills? So, I traveled to San
Bernandino and that’s where I saw a feed store. The owner of the store had an
old 1922 Oldsmobile four-door sedan and he cut the back off of it and made it
into a feed truck so he could carry his hay. So, I took pictures of that and
went back to the producers and that eventually became the car for that show.
I was on that set all the time and it was a great experience. The first Batmobile they wanted was all flat black, but when it came out of that Bat Cave it looked terrible. So, I found some glow orange paint and outlined the car with stripes so they would reflect and man, that made it pop. It was a people car and that’s why it became so popular. The first show I did was the
I was on that set all the time and it was a great experience. The first Batmobile they wanted was all flat black, but when it came out of that Bat Cave it looked terrible. So, I found some glow orange paint and outlined the car with stripes so they would reflect and man, that made it pop. It was a people car and that’s why it became so popular. The first show I did was the
Q: You’ve been nominated to the SEMA Hall
of Fame. Please tell us some of your greatest memories of SEMA Shows over the
years.
GB: I remember back when SEMA first started in
1963 and they had 18 tables. It was basically a hot rod show back then. All the
old-timers were there and I was representing California Custom Accessories. I
did all their aerosol paints and the different parts we designed for them.
That’s how I started with SEMA and then of course it exploded to where it is
today. They asked me recently do you want to be in the SEMA Hall of Fame and I
said of course. At first they said, you don’t qualify because you don’t
manufacture aftermarket parts. And I told them I was making aftermarket parts
before you were born! (laughs) I’m honored to be associated with SEMA and proud
to be in their Hall of Fame.
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
My World Series Predictions
Warning: My baseball predictions are normally awful. For
example, my pre-season MLB picks this year had the Red Sox beating the
Nationals in the World Series and of course, neither team made the playoffs.
But, I never give up, because I’m an idiot.
So, here goes. This is my breakdown for the 2015 World
Series:
The Mets are this year’s surprise team and anyone who picked
them to be in the World Series in April is either crazy of lying. The Royals
were the best team in the American League this season after barely losing to
the SF Giants in the Series last year, so the fact that there here again is
not a huge surprise.
The Mets snuck past the Dodgers and spanked the Cubs and now
they’re looking to finish this thing. The Royals want to prove that they
deserve to be at the pinnacle and are hungry to make up for last year’s defeat.
I look at both teams and I see that they’re pretty close in talent and I do
believe that the Royals are a more solid, better-coached and overall deeper
squad. But in the end, the Mets have
too much amazin’ starting pitching and that’s why I think they will win the
Series in 5 games.
The Royals have some hot hitters (Ben Zobrist .326 and
Alcides Escobar .386 in the postseason) and they will surely not be intimidated
after being in last year’s Series. They also have some solid starting pitchers
(Ventura, Cueto, Volquez and Young), but in the end the Mets just have too much
superior pitching.
It will be a Series of power vs. contact, but this year
proves that home runs are king. So, I am picking the Mets to score more runs
than the Royals. They say the Royals don’t strike up much, but they don’t
always face a staff like NY’s.
Matt Harvey, Jacob deGrom, Noah Syndergaard and Steven Matz
are all young and explosive. They remind me of the four young pitchers that the
Amazin’ Mets rode all the way to the world championship in 1969—Tom Seaver,
Jerry Koosman, Gary Gentry and a spot starter by the name of Nolan Ryan.
As far as offensively, the Mets have arguably the hottest
postseason player in the history of this great game. With seven home runs and a
batting average of .421, why would you even think about pitching to Daniel Murphy?
So, here is how I think the Series will play out:
Harvey and deGrom will dominate the first two games in
Kansas City. These guys have lights out stuff and the Royals have not seen them
enough to know what’s coming. A rested
Harvey will be poised and prepared to take Game #1 and deGrom is young, but I
don’t that he’ll get rattled about pitching on the world’s largest stage.
By the time the Series hits the Big Apple, the Mets will be
up 2-0. I think KC will take #3, mainly because I just don’t think that the
Mets can sweep a very good Royals team, so I am picking Syndergaard to lose a
tight game. Then, I believe Matz will take #4 and Harvey comes back to finish
the job in New York.
The Royals have a better and deeper bullpen, but the Mets
have a superior closer with Jeurys Familia (0.00 ERA, 86 K in postseason). The
Royals are better defensively, but the Mets’ pitchers make that less of a
factor. The scene in KC will be insane, but the atmosphere at Citi Field will
be over the top!
Who will the MVP of the Series be? My pick is David Wright and here’s why. The Royal’s pitchers will be thinking about Daniel Murphy and Wright bats in front of Murph. I believe they will be too concerned about Murphy to concentrate on Wright and that’s why he will be their MVP.
To make the Series more complete, I also hope these things will happen:
-Amy Schumer announces her engagement to Matt Harvey,
breaking poor little Bradley Cooper’s heart.
-Jacob deGrom sits in and plays with the SNL band while Daniel Murphy hosts
-The son of the Mets’ fan who made all those great signs
during the ’69 Series continues the tradition.
-A man tries to bring a goat into Citi Field and they let
him
-The Royals start in-fighting and a headline in the NY Post
reads “Yost Infection”
-Announcer Joe Buck loses his voice and the underrated
Harold Reynolds takes over
-Erin Andrews asks at least one interesting question
-Tim McGraw gets to sing the anthem at one of the game’s in
NY, out of respect to his late father
-Ba Ba Booey from the Howard Stern Show and 50 Cent do not
throw out first pitches (Seen enough)
-Some NY fan catches a ball without dropping his baby and
two beers
Friday, October 16, 2015
CALL FOR ARTISTS
Artists Uniting To Save
the Elephants (and Rhinos Too!)
96 Elephants
are killed needlessly every day and that’s why we’re calling upon 100 artists
to donate their artwork as part of the Pachyderm
Sticky Note Project (PSNP), a
collective art assemblage featuring the work of 100 different artists from all
over the world, representing the 96 elephants (and four rhinos), depicted on 3”
x 3” Sticky Notes.
The finished
piece (30” x 30”) will be sold as fine art numbered prints as well as smaller
digital prints and also used on other items, such as beach towels, t-shirts,
tote bags, etc. All of the proceeds will go to www.MarchforElephants.org to
fund their efforts in saving this endangered species.
So, we’re putting out a call to
artists to create an image to tell the story of the elephant’s plight while
raising much-needed funds for www.MarchforElephants.org.
Details: If you’re a painter or want to use a
larger format, that is fine, as long as we can reduce it to 3” x 3” for this
assemblage. If you’re doing to use a sticky note, please please use 3M Post-it
Notes, because the other ones are cheap and different shades of yellow, and
always please use yellow for the purposes of uniformity. You can fill out the
background, but please go with yellow. PS—since it’s a serious message with
this poster, we don’t want the elephants smiling or being too cartoonish but we
don’t want them looking too sad either.
How to Get Involved: You can scan the image and send it
to us at era39@aol.com so we can look at it, but we do need the original, so please
send it to us at Ed Attanasio, 2005
Vallejo Street, San Francisco, CA 94123. You will receive full credit for
your art and if you’re in the San Francisco area, you can also attend the
unveiling and signing of the poster, scheduled for mid-2016.
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