Late night in the studio. Sipping a nice Reisling and watching a series grow from...where? I have no idea.
When I came back from Vietnam and my wife picked me up at LAX I really had no idea where we were. Her sister married into mega money in the early 60's and had a house in part of Inglewood (this was 1971...). If you walked out past the pools and out the back gate you were right next to the Marie Callender Sandwich Shop (the also had pies).
I was from Lebanon Oregon and had lived in a one-room tarpaper shack till I was 12, then my dad started his own tire shop and by the time I was 16 I had my own car, worked at the shop and earned the same as the older guys, and was WAY TO SPOILED.
Anyway, back to art. While I was in LA visiting the in-laws after Nam I woke up early one morning and looked out the front window past the manicured lawn and neatly trimmed bushes to a site I had not beheld since I left Chine Beach! (Say THAT in one breath!) Ocean! The smog had lifted and I saw OCEAN!
We spent the better part of the day blasting up and down PCH in her brother in law's XK-E, with me getting used to not having an M-16 to wave around if traffic was bad.
We landed for lunch in a little place up on Palos Verdes and we saw Catalina Island. Wanted to go out and explore but was told it was tourists and tourists so Patty talked me out of it.
Fast forward 12 years and you find me teaching at Fort MacAurther just south of PV. My new friend Pattrick (fellow spook) and I were out wandering one morning along the docks in Long Island when we were flagged down by a beautiful woman waving from the deck of her yacht. We stopped and ask what she needed. "I just need a hand lifting this water tank off on to the pier"
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She was 81 and swam from her yacht every morning. Her husband had been a propmaster with MGM since the 40's and she had been the head costumer at MGM for 39 years when she retired. When her husband passed she sold everything and moved on to the boat.
Pat and I worked every day and night repairing and re-tuning and repainting. Then came the Sand-Dab Festival. She was a prime mover in what has since been hidden away in the basement after they realized overharvesting was a bad thing. Anyway, we got to go out on the 45 footer and catch fish. There were massive crowds, old people we did not relate to, but good fun, and lots of girls.
I think that the view from different parts of the coast of Catalina and even the Channel Islands has inspired this series.
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