The first time I wrote anything nobody asked me to, when I
finished, I said out loud, although no one was around to hear me,
“I’m immortal!”
When those words spilled spontaneously out of my mouth, I
knew there was something viscerally compelling about…
“Making Your Mark.”
As in,
“Kilroy Was Here” *
(* Ubiquitous World
War II graffiti.)
Who doesn’t want to provide tangible evidence of their earthly
existence, create an enduring legacy, leave something permanent behind?
It’s not just creative
people. I used to drive past the “Tishman
Building” in Los Angeles. Giant letters,
stuck to the side of a skyscraper. You
think Tishman wasn’t thinking about his legacy?
He could have simply provided the address.
It’s a natural impulse – leaving a lasting contribution. Though it takes various forms. For some, it’s a charitable endowment. For others, it’s working for the betterment
of Mankind.
For me, it’s upgrading The
Westerns Channel.
Hey, those do-gooders can’t do everything!
We all need to pitch in.
The Westerns Channel is
part of my cable package of stations, most of which I pay for but don’t watch,
but this one I do. You know I like westerns – the eponymous Westerns Channel airs them twenty-four hours a day. The thing is, though I am delighted by its very
existence, The Westerns Channel,
creatively, leaves plenty to be desired.
Slapdash. Pedestrian.
Lacking demonstrable flair. Showing westerns I don’t care for in “Prime
Time”, and relegating westerns I do –
particularly the ‘30’s “B” westerns starring Buck Jones, Hoot Gibson and Johnny
Mack Brown to five in the morning. (I am
occasionally awake at that hour.
Normally, I wake up to lackluster Audie Murphy pictures.)
Anyway – since you don’t know who any of these people are –
demonstrating how much available time I have on my hands…
I wrote an e-mail to The
Westerns Channel, telling them –respectfully – that their on-air
performance was ca-ca, and saying I had some ameliorating suggestions.
The Westerns
Channel immediately e-mailed me back, thanking me for my welcome enthusiasm,
and promising to get back with me, as they were “eager” to hear my interesting
ideas.
I never heard from them again.
What did I do next?
I impulsively “gave away the store”, rather than saying, “I
have these proposals for improving The
Westerns Channel, and if you make me the channel’s president, I shall reveal
to you what they are.” (In truth, I did
not aspire to be president of The
Westerns Channel; I just wanted it to be better. Although if nominated, I might run, and if
elected, I might actually serve. I mean,
when duty calls…)
In my follow-up e-mail, I submitted a list of a dozen or so
suggestions, many of which followed the successful template of Turner Classic Movies, whose operation
includes rotating (knowledgeable) hosts, “A-List”, celebrity interviewees, ancillary
“Movie Fan” cruises, and specific wine recommendations, matching their cinematic
selections. (That last idea is hardly compatible with The Westerns Channel – “For The
Battle at Apache Pass, we suggest a chilled Chablis.” It’s more like,
“‘Rot-Gut’ for everything.”)
Bottom Line: I
was ecstatic The Westerns Channel existed.
I just wanted it to be classier.
And attractive to a wider range of potential
viewership. (I just typed “wider ranger of potential viewership” – a
subliminal allusion to “that daring and resourceful masked rider of the Plains.
*)
(* The Lone Ranger.)
One of my ideas
involved offering “Kid-Friendly” westerns on Saturday mornings, mirroring my memorable experience, growing
up. (What constitutes a “Kid-Friendly”
western? “Justice” ultimately prevails,
and they shoot “Bad Guys” in the hand.
And no children are shot anywhere. Although there was one boy who succumbed to a runaway stagecoach. Which impelled Errol Flynn to put on a badge and
clean up Dodge City, so the unfortunate youngster was not trampled in vain.
I submitted the second e-mail, offering knowledgeable suggestions
free of charge or possibility of personal advancement… probably…
And I never heard back.
I was disappointed, but not crushed. Well, I was a little crushed. Nobody likes
being ignored. There are ominous intimations
of, “You no longer exist.”
And then, one day, while watching The Westerns Channel – The
Horse Soldiers for the umpteenth time that month – not my umpteenth time watching it; I only watched it four times
– I see a network “promo” between movies, announcing that, for the first time
in its existence, The Westerns Channel
would be broadcasting an hour of Hopalong Cassidy – the quintessential “Kids’
Show” cowboy –
Every Saturday
morning!
Imagine my thrill-packed excitement! My proposal to The Westerns Channel had been accepted, and would shortly be
implemented for all to enjoy.
I had my “Immortalizing Imprint.” I mean, it’s not the Washington Monument, or
anything. Though in a way, it’s
better. I am alive to experience it. George Washington was not.
And so there you have it.
“Pomerantz Was Here”
His enduring legacy, airing Saturday mornings.
On The Westerns Channel.
1 comment:
Hoppy is back! Thanks, Earl!
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