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Comment on “A Mask of Myself” the Rotten Tomato Interview by 121 Whitman

121 Whitman — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 18:04:16 +0000

Hi Ken. Always so happy to hear from you. You are otherwise very quiet in the cyber world….quite the opposite of me…and sometimes I envy that.
I went into that chicken place on rt 35 in Woodbridge the other day..the name currently escapes me….but I asked the owner that has been there forever if Pokey still worked there as a joke. Anyway, to make a long story short..(oh yeah, Chicken Galore is the name)…he gave me Steve Millers address and phone number.
I know you really liked this kid and I wasn’t as close to him as you but there was something very humbling about him and his strange relationship with his mom.
Pokey: 732-969-0124
He still lives on Dorthy Street in West Carteret too. I think I already told you these things including the death of his wife several years ago but I thought it would be worth it. I honestly don’t think I can see you calling him but let me know if you do.
Yes, I open my soul to the world…it has been very therapeutic sometimes and other times quite the opposite.It is a huge chance that I take. In all that I expose here, I still have many secrets. I still carry guilt from my past….I did a lot of stupid things. It would be very easy to blame my totally misguided childhood (teenage) years, my drug use and pure alcoholism…but what Bobby Orr and I did to you and your family still hurts me very deeply to this day. When I see your name come up the once a year or so on this Blog or FB….I still get a sharp pain through my heart.
Something ended between us that day and shortly thereafter it seems you were gone. College and Texas work and family and yet our memories together when we were young, when your mother and my mother were great friends together never went away.

Do you remember the time we got mad at our mothers and put all our toys in your red wagon and walked around the block with them and proceeded to throw them down the sewer?? I still would like to do that…”throw it down the sewer” with what I did to you. I will only say this, I was a follower at the time, was shocked and disappointed at myself the time I was doing it. Could NOT believe I was doing it. Totally regret doing it and I am not surprised that the one who planned and and coerced me to do it was found dead in a back alley in NYC a long time ago. I never forgot about it. It will always haunt me and no matter how hard I try….I just can’t throw it down the damn sewer.

I can only say this. From my heart…..from my exposed soul….I am truly truly sorry.

George

Comment on “A Mask of Myself” the Rotten Tomato Interview by Ken

Ken — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 15:02:20 +0000

George,

You and I are alike in so many ways, I love Vonnegut, Norwegian Wood and every cover version of it, and olives stuiffed with garlic (or blue cheese). We differ in three critical ways: (i) I have never nor will I ever change my facebook photo, (ii) I could never open my soul to the world like you do, and (iii) I didn’t think A Mask of Myself was a miserable failure at all. In fact, I thought it was a wonderful movie.

Comment on Day 8 by Anonymous

Anonymous — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 05:14:14 +0000

wow George..you put this on here..lol…very cool..love ya.

Comment on Day 8 by GabbyGill

GabbyGill — Thu, 22 Dec 2011 15:44:55 +0000

Dusk, one day that sawdust will land one day and a new home will grow again.

Comment on Day 8 by Bernadette

Bernadette — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 16:38:33 +0000

I had a dream..a dream about my mother.
she was asleep on my couch, underneath the cover.
She woke up walked to the kitchen and said thanks for the vodka.
vodka? Mom thats not what I got ya…
I said I wanted to take her out to dinner for your birthday.
She was old, but her hair was not yet gray.
She smiled and her teeth were rotten.
I think they were in life to, but I had forgotten.
i then woke up and felt so alone and empty.
I said out loud, I need some coffee.
Was this how I remember my mother??
I laid back down and cryed underneath the cover. :(
True dream..true story. Love you George. Hope you had a nice Thanksgiving. xoxo

Comment on Day 7 by Anonymous

Anonymous — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 20:37:38 +0000

This was a poem I wrote on april 15 2002 when my home went up for sale.

Comment on Day 5 by George C. Hartman

George C. Hartman — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 05:06:25 +0000

This photo. Todays photo. Day 5 of photo for a day: Ten photo’s in ten days. It was early morning. I should have been in work but I slept in….without guilt. Outside it was the death of leaves on the trees. Downstairs the basement waited for me in quiet chilled silence.
What has it been about basements that have always turned my skin?
The aloneness. The mystery. The hanging lightbulbs. The creepy creking sounds even when there is NOBODY there.
These stairs…not solid really…almost dangerous…certainly deadly…calling me…sucking me in. Someone. Some THING is down there. I just know it.

Comment on Digging up the DNA by Jim Gill

Jim Gill — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 19:00:12 +0000

George:

That was not me that wrote…“I can’t believe you wrote this..” sorta thing.

In fact, I was under the same impression you were (and maybe still are?)…that our Grandfather may have been part of the mystery.
Don’t you recall what I said as we knelt over my Dad’s grave during my visit to Westfield in 2010?

There are still some people who are not convinced.

Comment on Digging up the DNA by GabbyGill

GabbyGill — Tue, 16 Aug 2011 20:39:54 +0000

Glad thats all cleared up.

Comment on Please keep Aunt Gerry in your prayers. by GabbyGill

GabbyGill — Thu, 04 Aug 2011 17:23:52 +0000

Sure will