August 30, 2023

Dispatch #246: Life is Cheap

      On April 19th of this year, FWPD Sgt. Joshua Hartup, 46, struck and killed pedestrian Henry Najdeski at the intersection of Main and Calhoun Streets in downtown Fort Wayne. Najdeski, 52, had the green light and was in the crosswalk when struck by Hartup's vehicle.

    Recently, Sgt. Hartup appeared in court before a local magistrate, where he learned the penalty for recklessly ending a human life:  a $35.50 fee for failing to yield the right of way. Thirty-five bucks. 

     Even though Sgt. Hartup had four other incidents while behind the wheel and had received both letters of reprimand and a suspension, Allen County Prosecutor Michael McAlexander declined to prosecute Hartup in Najdeski's death. 

     Najdeski's senseless death remains heart-breaking but Hartup's slap on the wrist is an outrage.

     Update: 21 September 2023—Najdeski's family has begun a scholarship in his honor at Fort Wayne's Canterbury School, a worthy tribute to which Joshua Hartup, Michael McAlexander, and every dues-paying member of the Fort Wayne Patrolmen's Benevolent Association should contribute.


 There's more to come in the next dispatch.
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August 20, 2023

Dispatch #240: Tales from the Litterbox

 

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   As a life-long feline aficionado, I really love this cute cat cartoon by artist Tracy J. Butler.


There's more to come in the next dispatch.

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July 16, 2023

Dispatch #239: The Big Move

 

     Question: Hey, where did all the posts go?

   Answer: I've moved all material connected to my e-book, Samantha Stanton and the Mysterious Library, to a brand-new online home. 

   All content from Dispatches from Aldeburgh concerning my young adult fantasy series, The Samantha Stanton Adventures, can be found there, and everyone on this blog's mailing list should have already received a link to the new location.

   Out of the 200-plus Dispatches I wrote here since I began this blog in October of 2020, I'll be leaving two of the most popular up here for now: a memory of seeing the first Indiana Jones movie in 1981 and also a tribute to my late mother from 2021. All other content regarding my e-book (including the full text of the first Samantha Stanton Adventure) can be found over at the new site.

     I'll be posting about other stuff here in the future, so stay tuned.



      There's more to come in the next dispatch.    

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May 29, 2023

Dispatch #200: Indiana Jones and the Dial-In of Destiny

 

This summer moviegoers will see the fifth (and reportedly final) Indiana Jones film starring Harrison Ford, Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny. All the press surrounding this latest big screen adventure got me thinking about the time I got to see an advance screening of the very first Indy film, Raiders of the Lost Ark, in the summer of 1981.

Back in the pre-internet era, information on upcoming films was pretty scarce. I didn't have access to industry trades like Variety or The Hollywood Reporter when I was younger, so often the first time I found out about a new film was when I saw the coming attractions trailer for it at my local movie theater.

 This all changed with my discovery of Starlog Magazine in 1977. After its debut, I finally had a place to learn about the latest science-fiction/horror/fantasy films & TV shows in development. 

An early mention of Raiders in Starlog #32 (1980)

A few years later, in early 1980, I began to read brief news items in Starlog about the thrilling possibility that two genre film titans—George Lucas & Steven Spielberg—were about to embark on a new film project together.

A Raiders update from Starlog #33 (1980)

 As with most properties involving either filmmaker, secrecy was extremely tight around the Raiders project, so for many months all I saw were notices in Starlog about casting, filming locations, and one about John Williams' hiring as the film's composer (welcome news but not a huge surprise). By the time the movie was "in the can" as they say, I still knew nothing at all about the plot.

The Nazi Flying Wing, from Starlog #48

 In fact, secrecy was so tight, it was less than two weeks prior to Raiders' release before I saw any still photographs from the film—in the pages of Starlog #48. The issue has a cover date of July 1981, but I remember buying it the first week of June at my local comic book store (the Broadway Comic Book and Baseball Card Shop at the corner of Broadway and Scott Avenue in Fort Wayne—which, sadly, is now the parking lot for the Philmore theater).

Indiana Jones at the Well of Souls, from Starlog #48

The three pics in the magazine—which accompanied an interview with star Harrison Ford—included the first one I ever saw of him as Indy in his battered fedora, a shot of a Nazi flying wing in the desert, and a third still of Indy lowering himself into a snake filled Well of Souls. A brief plot synopsis was included before the interview moved on to other subjects, namely Ford's work on future projects Blade Runner and Return of the Jedi.

The Raiders plot synopsis from Starlog #48

The synopsis really wasn't very much to go on, and I remember being slightly disappointed—because of the presence of Nazis, it sounded more like a straight-ahead WWII adventure to me (I was thinking Guns of Navarone) than the rollicking special-effects epic I expected from Lucas and Spielberg. Little did I know!

Then, one Friday afternoon in early June 1981, a local radio station announced that in just a few minutes, a few lucky callers would have a chance to win tickets to an advance screening of the latest Steven Spielberg movie, Raiders of the Lost Ark. Boy, talk about a Dial of Destiny (or maybe I should say a Dial-In of Destiny)! 

I already had the station's request line memorized, so I grabbed the phone, called in, and was thrilled when the DJ picked up and informed me that I'd just won two tickets to the Raiders screening at the Georgetown Theaters on East State Boulevard in Fort Wayne. He also told me the special screening would take place that very evening—in about two hours. Now all I needed was someone to accompany me.

Of the first two people I immediately thought of asking, one wasn't at home when I called (this was the pre-cell phone era) and the other had to work that night. What followed was a mad telephone scramble to connect with any of my other friends who I thought might want to go. 

Frustratingly, almost none of them were home (to be fair, it was a late Friday afternoon in June)—that is until I finally got through to my old elementary school friend, Danny (who's currently an elementary school teacher/coach over in Kosciusko County, Indiana, and now prefers to be called Daniel). 

Danny seemed vaguely interested but wanted to know more about the film. I told him that all I really knew was that it involved Harrison Ford (in my excitement, I might have actually said Han Solo) fighting Nazis. 

My friend sounded uncertain, "I don't know...that theater is all the way across town...", so I reminded him that it was a free movie and that I would drive him to and then home from the screening—all he had to do was buy his own soda and popcorn. 

That did the trick, and seconds after I hung up the phone, I sprinted out the door to my '72 Chevy Impala in the driveway. Fortunately, I didn't get a speeding ticket during the whirlwind trip to pick up my friend and make it across town to the theater on time.

Danny still seemed a bit wary as we sat down inside the Mallers/Spirou-operated theater less than an hour later, "I sure hope this doesn't suck," he said before taking a sip of his Pepsi as the house lights went down.

Personally, I was hooked from the moment the Paramount logo dissolved into a South American mountain peak, but I could tell Danny wasn't on board until the tense sequence inside the Peruvian temple with Indy and his traitorous sidekick, Satipo (Alfred Molina). 

By the time that gigantic boulder rolled down toward Indy, everyone in that theater knew they were in for one heckuva ride. Indeed, most of the film was a straight-ahead action-adventure flick, but the supernatural fireworks in the finale did deliver the state-of-the-art special effects I'd expected in a joint project from George Lucas and Steven Spielberg. 

As we walked out of the theater into the warm June night afterward, Danny gushed that it was one of the best movies he'd ever seen—and in that moment, who was I to argue?

There were many elements that made Raiders a success, but for me a big part of why I enjoyed the film was how little I knew about it beforehand—leaving me constantly surprised and amazed by the rollercoaster ride of action and thrills onscreen. These days it's hard to experience a big-budget summer blockbuster the way I saw Raiders—not with the plethora of spoilers, leaked script pages, and early footage available online. 

For that reason alone, I can't remember when I've had a better time at the movies since that free screening back in 1981. It was a blast.


There's more to come in the next dispatch.

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January 17, 2023

Dispatch #163: Mysterious Library Book Trailer

 

     Here's a little project I recently had some fun with—embedded directly below is a video trailer for my two-part e-book, Samantha Stanton and the Mysterious Library. 

     For those curious about the music heard in the trailer, it's by one of my favorite film composers: Emmy & Oscar-winner Jerry Goldsmith—and was written for an episode of Rod Serling's Twilight Zone.

     BTW, if you're interested in reading my e-book, you can contact me here. Any feedback on this blog can also be sent to the same address.

     There's more to come in the next dispatch.

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