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High School Daze 5: Prizes, Teams, Medals. 

Book prizes (Chelmsford High School MA, Westfield HS MA):
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Orange: CHS 1965, Won Math League Meet @ Lincoln-Sudbury, B001N4TA9Y
Black: CHS 1966. Won Math League Meet @ Wayland, B01M0EGIS6
Red: CHS 1968, Won Harvard Book Prize, B000M1RE0Q
Green: WHS 1969, Won Physics (not math😉) Prize, B00181J88A

Athletics Teams Photos: '65 x-country ~ '66 b-ball ~ '66 track ~ '66 x-country ~ '67 b-ball ~ '67 track ~ '68 winter track ~ '68 x-country ~ '69 track.

Athletics medals (WHS, Michigan State U, NYC Marathon) ~ 1969 track records (WHS).

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High School Daze 4: Mathletes. 

Mathletic competitions are just like athletic competitions, except there's not as much risk of pulling a hamstring. 😉
L-R, T-B: Peter Marengo, me, Peter Nadolski, Rande Funkhauser, Kevin Reopel, Ruth Hannum / Mike Livingston, James Lane, Nels Berggren, Lance Tomei.
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[The prizes were mostly math books, and I have a few of 'em to prove it. 😉 But a Catholic high school (Xaverian) offered me a $20K scholarship in 1965. Too bad I'm not a fan of religious education.] [Junior High Daze: National Spelling Bee]

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High School Daze 3: Reunion Nostalgia. 

I've been planning for nearly a year to attend my 50th high school reunions (there were two in Massachusetts this month: details below), but things started going downhill in April. That's when I got laid off, after nine years of writing and editing in a network radio newsroom. Since then, I've been having a tough time getting other work. Employers don't like hiring people my age. Surprise! To make matters worse, the recession of 2008 had pretty well wiped us out, and I was hoping to stay on the job until they carried me away in a pine box.

Then in June, I became really, really sick. Thought I was gonna die. And I'm still recovering from that. Hence, the prospect of back-to-back reunion weekends began fading away. Money became an overriding issue. It ain't cheap to fly in from Arizona. So I wrote this blog posting, to work through the powerful feelings of longing and loss:

My father's career moved us around a lot. By the time we arrived in Westfield (97 miles west of Boston) during the late summer of 1968, I had attended three different school systems in Maine, another one in NYC, and one in eastern Massachusetts (30 miles northwest of Boston). I was none too happy about leaving my Chelmsford friends, but I was particularly grumpy about Westfield's lack of a cross-country team. I spent some time harassing the track coach, the late Robert T. Andersen, in his dark and dank A/V cave, but he eventually got sick of me and passed the buck to his assistant coach. Reign Rix then peppered me with questions about the three years I'd spent on the CHS x-country team, and asked whether I could design effective workouts if we created a new team at WHS. I said yes, and for some reason, he believed me. 😉 So he wangled some crappy old sweatsuits for us, and we were off to the races. Literally.
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L-R [click to enlarge]: me, Coach Reign Rix, Jim Gusek, (Bob Grace), Dan Fountain, Bert Cashman, Mike Rood. Later: Zoomiversary.

Later, I found out that WHS had no winter track team, so I cooked up some workouts for them/us, too. We were invited to run at a meet in Boston, and that's when I got busted.

The toughest part of moving away from Chelmsford was leaving Kathy behind. We talked on the phone and wrote letters, but it wasn't the same. So when I qualified for the Boston YMCA indoor track meet, we made plans. Confidential plans. Top-secret plans. Our parents wouldn't know anything. At the meet, a photographer from the Boston Herald Traveler was roaming around, taking lots of photos. When he noticed us smooching, he thought it would make a cute picture. We laughed, knowing that his editor wouldn't pick THAT photo from the hundreds he'd shot.

The next morning, after both sets of parents finished reading the Herald Traveler, we weren't laughing quite so much.
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A few months later, Kathy and I split up. They say long-distance relationships never last. But I still have that bronze YMCA medal. And some wonderful friendships, from both schools, that are well past the 50-year mark.

Plus... the treasured memory of a not-so-secret kiss.
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High School Daze 2: As Schools Match Wits. 

The two pieces of the puzzle finally fit together - in the yearbook pic, I was mysteriously missing. But now, thanks to a screenshot of a screenshot by teammate William Sharpe and his dad, I have mysteriously reappeared. We were losers, but we were *handsome* losers. 😉

PBS, NEPM, Wikipedia, IMDb
L-R, T-B: Georgia Keefe, Arthur Newcomb / Rosemarie Fisher, James Lane, William Sharpe, Bruce Dewey, Deborah Baker // Bruce Dewey, William Sharpe, James Lane, me.
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High School Daze 1: Boys State Rebellion. 

My lovely wife recently dug this out of a long-forgotten storage box...

Summer 1968: Town 4, Massachusetts Boys State www.maboysstate.org

Each high school in Massachusetts selects an unsuspecting junior to get a patriotic indoctrination in the U.S. electoral process from the American Legion. Chelmsford made the mistake of selecting me. The Boys Staters lived on the UMass-Amherst campus, and we were supposed to form town groups, elect town-level leaders, stage a couple of conventions (Republican and Democratic) and elect state-level candidates.

But I had a different idea. After organizing a rebellion, a bunch of us took over the convention hall and staged a third-party convention. We were nearly kicked out and sent back to our high schools in disgrace, but the coup got so much publicity that several of us received invitations to attend Harvard, instead. 😉 My family couldn't afford the tuition, unfortunately.
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Côte d'Azur to NBC NY Page. 

I was hired as a Page immediately after returning from a year in southern France, selling t-shirts to the tourists with a Danish business partner. The venture wasn't successful at all, and we still laughingly refer to that period as "The Year Of Failing Miserably." But it was a lot of fun, and it convinced us that we could accomplish great things in life. Well, medium-great, anyway. I filled several notebooks with our daily adventures, and later threatened for decades to dramatize our year abroad. After a few of my other screenplays placed well in international competitions (quarters, semis and finals), I figured it was time to dig out the notebooks.

So I fictionalized our experiences, then converted the screenplay into an ebook. That proof-of-concept adaptation has appeared on Amazon's Performing Arts Best Sellers list since it was first published, in July 2019, with reviews averaging 5 out of 5 stars.

Title: Côte d'Azur

Logline: "There's nothing quite so romantic as spending one's youth in a foreign land."

Synopsis: Eric is a 20-something American guy who's plunging headlong into some humorously calamitous and often outrageous adventures, sexual and otherwise, while selling t-shirts on the French Riviera. Or maybe Eric is an older man who's looking back on his earlier years with nostalgic regret and trying to alter the course of his life. The story was inspired by Lawrence Durrell, and his experiments with metafictional techniques in The Avignon Quintet ("fictional" characters interacting with "real" characters) and The Alexandria Quartet (the Rashomon of literature, with multiple points of view). This is a coming-of-age buddy movie, with fantasy, humor, adventure, romance, alternate history and a touch of magic. The script reads like a heightened junior year abroad, with independent 20-somethings instead of traditional students: "L'auberge espagnole" meets "The Motorcycle Diaries." It might be described as a hedonistic tale in the shape of a Möbius strip, trapped in an Escher wood engraving: magical realism with just a dash of irrealism, drenched in Mediterranean sunshine.

The screenplay is available here: 9TimeZones.com/cote.pdf

Enjoy!
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"Pulitzer Prize Nomination" Fun Facts. 

If someone claims they've received a "Pulitzer Prize nomination" or they were "nominated for a Pulitzer Prize" - they're bullshitting you. Their work was simply entered into the competition, which is something ANYONE (even you or me!) can do, by writing out a check and filling in a form:

https://www.pulitzer.org/page/how-enter

The Pulitzer organization itself explains their use of the word "nominee," with a warning to all the bullshitters out there:

Since 1980, when we began to announce nominated finalists, we have used the term "nominee" for entrants who became finalists. We discourage someone saying he or she was "nominated" for a Pulitzer simply because an entry was sent to us.

https://www.pulitzer.org/page/frequently-asked-questions (21.)

Just FYI. 😉
 
"Zoetrope Novel Contest" Fun Facts. 

If someone claims they've won or placed in the "Zoetrope Novel Contest" or the "Zoetrope Contest for the Novel" - they're bullshitting you. Francis Ford Coppola's Zoetrope company has never held a "Novel Contest." They've sponsored the "Zoetrope: All-Story Short Fiction Competition" and the "American Zoetrope Screenplay Competition" for many years, and they recently started a "Coppola Short Film Competition":

https://www.zoetrope.com/contests

For example, one of my scripts (MERLINSKY) was a Quarter-Finalist in their first screenplay contest, way back in 2004.

Just FYI. 😉