Jackson Hole, September 15 1991, steak 5 miles south with beer, starting to talk to an old couple type. Turn out to be a guide and turn out to be a guide for hunters hunting elk. Earlier, sunset in Spring Resort taking fanastic photos of the Tetons, known that all is fantastic early evening. Came from the French word where the mountains captured their word. As in a woman's breast.

A woman appears with a drink out of a private a barbeque and walks toward me to with nothing particular as her young man has nothing usual and she talks along the fence. She asks of that I was a professional camera. I used my brand new lens. We talk about about similar things, how people come to Jackson often. Finally I thought I should not take too much and she smiled and said "Don't let take into your her gaze." I left here thinking.

Someone at the next when I sat "wife is a writer" they listen as do I since they continue and I can't away from movie business and listen in silence. I wonder if Entertainment Tonight" does so well. I think some ideas fly over words in Hollywood. I am in the business also, I'm a writer and have a fair amount of feature films to say I'm good. 'They're The Salad Days". They talk about more how the movie here in Jackson Hole and who is about in this movie. It's almost like a mountain still glowing in a black and white movie and I was in a Casablanca ending.

The guide shows up, I know him now behind me next the two obnoxious tourists who already also now someone with the crew and says his mate "If a bear will chase us run down hill and never probably  see them. I saw one run down a hill in the Yukon "74" with no problem. She had two young ones. 

Lowell wears his hat and so do the two so Lowell. He he had come into "harsh country" after an 8-day gig with these jerks, talking about fortitude. The waitress's are mountain girls, real life and talk to each other about the last people who came there and were idiots, she smiles to the tall one and smiles to me Tomorrow became fog at 6am. I left after a early hoping for not too much and carried the fog for about a few miles remembering the cloud will leave by itself under the magnificent colors towards Yellowstone ahead of already.

 

 Let's come back to where I come back a new start after the stories of the women I knew over and now where my start things over. Over is basically time and I am not sure exactly but it's around. I've had a tough time with my trying to push the rest of my life in for what's left.

I'm still closer to the beginning in my life than than the end or something that's closer than going more to what I'm writer rather than figure it out. As you might know that my the rest of it, that's enough for me as I'm healthy and can still write. And finish a screenplay last year and finish another. Eh?

Still I'm diving into a real-life story to give you some more about writing movies and a life of it that is still is going and having just go watch golf. Writing screen npages which is a lot more fun.and finding stories into people and mix them into weird stories that will give me more of those wonderful pieces of words and pictures that will last forever even when.

I am will be using the going along the highway of long and to find new things to see again between the US and Canada slipped into a combination of with now and then again and with Europe and Mexico to fulfill the holes left because of speed or unusual faces and places who I never new before and will captures of their hearts and their other.

This will catch the feel of many places that brought me to the start and brings the back to now for pieces of what we will wonder and think and find pieces of those whom I already spoke of and for the new ones who wonder who will find places of home or just simple surprises of what was.

A long time again back.

 We

Back A Head Again

 

Well, I am back again after handling all the of the world going through and wondering if I will ever write again, or at least reading some of my screenplays both made and still waiting for someone to read some of those scripts that I think are good, or at least not bad. I have helped a writer who has written a few screenplays and one in particular  of which I think has a good story that can find some readers. It has a wonderful story about the wild west in a way I never would have seen. And now it made some me push a little in a few screenplays that I should be working on them. 

And it tells me that I should start working on clearing a few screenplays that I should have started to write a long time ago. Laziness is an enemy and I have spent too much time watching old movies rather than writing stories that I have been waiting for. Well, I might have consider one script that I spent a lot of time on it with a lot of way back that really had a family story about two people who find themselves from the time they met and left each other. Twice. And it started by the two would have married and then left and found them selves together the beginning to now.

And it will bring two people together from the beginning and then a possible again.

Well, maybe.

 The Free Days Of Our Life

It seems so strange to relive the free days of our life. I try to understand what it was like and the different life we lived Was  a wonderful time. We are fortunate to have lived the life we did in that era.

Mess

 I have had to change a lot of my good old 20 years of my blog and what happened is that I had a complete breakdown on the whole thing and a lot of other things. I had to get my guy to open it up more almost being starting again. Sorry to tell me about the women and way back time when I even had hair, but I still miss them.

I also was still wanting to find the final woman, older than me, well, maybe three years. Cyrs and I sort of left out lives and I was the one who did it, an idiot, and even now, I was sorry. And stupid. And now I'm looking for her somewhere, now older. Sounds easy? She has a name that you would be easy to a point. I't's not easy because of the name and I found her home still around out side Detroit. Sounds easy? Which means that I would have to drive there. That would be a long drive across the country. 

She is still the best. She even came to my wedding. Crazy? No, just wanted to see my wedding. She never saw her real live but it didn't work. I was maybe a stand-in. And I know she lives where she lived from Detroit. She was a sych and made people better but maybe not. So what do I do now?

Brenda

 Brenda

All the way to a whole new piece of everythings. Brenda. This was now the end of the women from school and college and a whole new work on the television station in my town, Windsor, a town a fraction of Detroit in America. But still close to the big city as we worked close to the big monster city and it's huge ness. Five million. Windsor was a spot across the river. And I worked there and Detroit and go to both cities. But then it came to Brenda it was different. Brenda worked at the TV station as well as I did. This was over high school boys and girls. 

She lived in Toronto and moved to Windsor where I lived. And we became friends. And yes, we became friends. Very good friends. We took a holiday with nobody knew. While we had a two week holiday on an east coast trip as what we went to Quebec and Boston and Cape Cod and New York and all the way back. We camped in upstate New York and met family with two mutes with a 6-year old family. It was a beautiful camp and the boy translate all the language. We got married after our trip and that was it.

We now worked and married at the TV station and tried to keep it quit because the company might not like two people to work together. And our biggest event was our trip to the Canadian Rockies where we took art programs all summer in the beautiful place. 

But we never made it together with each other's home. And that was that. And we never really saw each other for a lot of years and didn't think it would happen again. But one day a unknown emailed me on line on Facebook with one short word. It says only this "Are you my mother's ex".

Well, it turns out quite interesting, in fact, really quite interesting and why will they both will know. The simple part is that her mom's first marriage. And know her mom's past and now future will come to complete it all. "Mom" finds this all can be real and is in real life. Mom's second. And that was me. It started with both we married to someone else and finally back to me.

It sounds so crazy, but it is there. And we talked for days and years and finally met each other again, in Canada where she still lives with her daughter. And, being a screenwriter, it begs for a real movie, so I wrote a screenplay and am trying to get it made

How's that? Real.

 

Ingrid

Blond, swedish angel, car hop, first girl to break my heart. Not that I did. My girls and I slowly seemed to take it bad for a day and then seem to be ok. Sorta! First night, at a party, we circle each other, talk a little, I can't take my eyes off her, but manage to go home with a raven-haired girl. Two weeks later, party at her Ingrid's , she asked a friend to make sure I'm there, like teenagers, after all we are teens. I go, she's cool, mostly ignores him, then she starts a fire in the backyard and all of us hang out, and I end uup in those mysterious ways, beside her, and she has a blanket in the cool night and we end up cozy under it as the fire dies and we don't even know that everyone else is gone because we can only see each other and don't need anything else. Ingrid was the makeout queen, holding each other. I had no car at that time so I and and my friend Perry and his girl and his car and Ingrid and I. Sometimes I get my dad's car for an evening and it was everything for us. But it changed, Ingrid found someone at the carhop job. It breaks my heart, I never really came back from that time. Even after, when she sees me and a high school dance I didn't want to see her again. But eventually she wanted to see me again and she did and but it didn't work like it did before. Perry and his girl drive us to the park but it wasn't good. I saw her a few years after graduation high school. She was hanging around with the Greasers, tough guys  I was not.

Her

One time though, when I wasn't with Ingrid, and I met a girl at the House Of Pizza, where teens like us would hang around inside, listen to rock and roll. She was a dark haired who bewitched me in a sense, it wasn't my fault, haunted, can't remember her name. We danced from a radio and held each other. The place was brick and dark and nobody around and smelling of old people and dark walls and I began to not like it. Maybe even scared more. Maybe like being scared that I would lose my sole being a Catholic boy. It was serious in the way enough to try it. And I wasn't. I didn't want to show that, but she was just something that was. I stayed for a while and. I remember that from the movie Citizen Kane. I saw that movie a few weeks ago. The smell of old wood and dark walls and I didn't like it and didn't want to go in because I was scared, scared that that I'd lose my soul. It was serious with her, not just a guy and a girl and some fooling around. I never saw her again and wondered where she was. I often remember her and something that in that dark old house. And I wondered to think about her, mysterious and that house and what could I have known.