Friday, December 31, 2010

A Reflection - Best Doctor in Chicago - Dr. Thomas Grobelny

I've been blessed in life. I had spent most of my life ----- healthy. 

I am currently writing a lengthy piece on my trials and tribulations on a year in the life of my health, but I wanted to take this moment, on this day, to say happy birthday to myself!  One year ago today, I had the experience that has become one of the more notable days in my life (understatement).

After a couple of decades of life in Los Angeles I found myself back in my hometown of Chicago. After a series of stressful situations I felt my physical health declining shortly after I had returned home. I was tired most of the time and began feeling completely drained by almost anything in any given day.
It was one year ago today that a Wingspan Humanitarian stent was placed in my left carotid artery. If it had not been for a pupil (the left one was smaller than the right one) I might have stroked out, or died for that matter, but being aware of my body, I knew something was wrong. I arrived at Advocate Christ Medical Center on Tuesday, December 29.  The room was a bit cold (it was a frigid night in Chicago) and my roommate for the night was trying to "hook up" with someone even though she had a seizure the night before. Needless to say, this all made for an even more bizarre night in life. I kept telling her she needed to rest. I sounded like some 90 year old talking down to a youngster.      

Multiple numbers of doctors were in my room the night of, and the morning after my arrival. Very "touchy," "tricky" and "rare" were some of the words flying out of their mouths. How on earth did this happen to me?  I don't know, and the medical experts don't know. I kept wanting to take notes (it's what I do) and I fixated on the fact that I hadn't had a pedicure in some time. My toes looked dreadful. I'm not even a girly-girl (I never have manicures, but I do get pedicures), but for some reason I was thinking about my toes! I thought I might die, but my mind was drifting in directions that make absolutely no sense. I found a pad of paper with a pen and the hospital provided comfy beige socks (probably at a cost of $30.00 per pair, but at least I covered up my toes).  Problem solved. Well, not exactly, since my carotid artery had a 90% dissection! The right carotid artery had a dissection as well, but miraculously that one healed on its own.  

The morning of December 30, I had an angiogram which confirmed the 90% dissection.  I was not a candidate for this type of health issue. I never smoked a cigarette in my life. I drank, on average, one glass of wine per month (white wine, since I didn't want to stain my teeth). To be completely truthful, I do have an Amstel Light on St. Patrick's Day every single year. I live in Chicago!  St. Patrick's Day is celebrated in Chicago with beer.  I'm sure St. Patrick is not proud of his namesake day. I hadn't used a drug since the summer that Paul McCartney was singing about "Silly Love Songs" ( a little bit of pot during one summer!). I had always maintained a normal weight.  I exercised. I was athletic. I had never even been on a birth control pill which is one of the top reasons why a woman under a certain age would have a issues with arteries.

On December 31, neurointerventionalist/neuroradiologist (say that three times),  Dr. Thomas Grobelny placed a stent in my carotid artery. He is affiliated with Advocate Christ Medical Center in Oak Lawn, Illinois. If you and your primary care physician would like more information on this type of procedure, you can contact Advocate Christ Medical Center at 708 684 8000.

We have superb health care in the United States. This is by no means, a political statement. We have gifted clinicians on all fronts, exercising their expertise, skill and craft. Our current medical technology is beyond amazing.  Forty years ago, I most likely would have died shortly after my initial diagnosis.  By the way, I may drop dead in ten minutes, but then so may anyone reading this post.

I feared losing my abilities to think, remember, walk, talk and see. I like me and I didn't want to lose me. I'm here and I'm alive and well.  I was not afraid of death one year ago today and I'm not afraid of it now. I am secure about the eternal life concept. In some ways, I wanted to die. Death would be better than stroking out, but I wanted to live. My mother is still alive and she needs me. She has already lost children and the thought of her burying another child was heavy on my heart. I wanted to live since I am burdened with the notion that I've not accomplished enough. I still have places to go, horses to ride, rivers to raft, lakes to sail, books to read, people to help, dogs to walk, bikes to cycle, restaurants to try.

I remember asking the doctor right before the procedure (a non-invasive procedure - as I said, medical technology is unbelievable) if I would live a normal life.  He didn't pull any god-like persona out.  He looked at me with compassion in his eyes (after he told me to quit asking questions) and said I cannot guarantee that, but yes, I believe you will live a normal life.  When it comes to diagnosis and treatment, I trust Dr. Grobelny implicitly.  How many people do you trust implicitly? 

Having said that, you have to be the main keeper of your health care, since medical offices are busy and often understaffed.  Just a reminder to stay on top of your own health care and ask questions! Follow-up and follow through.  Be aware of and know your body!

The smiley face symbol from the 1970's is one of the most beautiful sights in the world (just looking at it makes me feel good) and it represents my life at the moment. 

Thank you to all of my doctors (my primary care doctor is an excellent physician who is genuinely concerned about your health). Thank you to Dr. Grobelny. Thanks for taking the single worst couple of years of my life; and then turning life into one of the most powerful experiences ever. Life is good!  Enjoy every single moment! I am a walking miracle. Thank God!  Be aware of your body!  

Copyright Chicago and Then Some 2010 

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Volponi, The Big Horse - Origins in Chicago

If you’ve never read a book before it is a new book to you.  “The Big Horse” by Joe McGinnis (“Fatal Vision” “Cruel Doubt” are among his best-selling non-fiction books) was published in 2004, but I had never even heard of it prior to a recent trip to my library.  Thank God for public libraries.  Every once in awhile you come across an amazing  find and this book proved to be that find.

“The Big Horse” isn’t so much about a horse (2002 Breeder’s Cup Classic winner, Volponi – the Breeder’s Cup is to horse racing what American Idol is to spring television) as it is about the man who trained that horse.  P.G. Johnson was born and raised in Chicago and worked some of the small tracks before eventually training up the ladder to the major racetracks in America.  In spite of his induction into the racing hall of fame, Johnson only had one big horse and that was Volponi.  To racing people, the big horse indicates accomplishment, not size.  If it were by size, there would be lots and lots of big horses.  

You’ve heard this story before, but in the hands of a skilled writer like McGinnis it is as fresh as a strawberry in a California May.  I love thoroughbred horse racing’s history and I enjoy watching the giants of the sport go the distance in today’s sport as well, but it is always the back stories of this sport that pull me in.  The drama, the poetry of a life lived.  Horse racing enthusiasts are a rare breed.  McGinnis details his initial love of the sport by starting off the book with the recollection of watching Dark Star beat Native Dancer in the 1953 Kentucky Derby.  That had to be a dark day.  No pun intended.  Native Dancer (a.k.a. the Grey Ghost) was one of the greatest race horses in the history of the sport and he was taken down that day (not literally, thankfully) by a dark horse, well, in this case, a dark star. 

Tracks started to shut down all across America in the 1960’s and 1970’s.  The sport was now a dying art and its stars were no longer going the distance. Bold Ruler, Sword Dancer, Tom Fool and Round Table were either still in the breeding shed or they were dead.  The sport needed stars to stay alive and few stars were out there.

P. G. Johnson’s story starts out in Chicago.  Back in 1941, several months before the attack on Pearl Harbor, Johnson got a job at the Midway Riding Academy. The Academy was located at 63rd Street and Cottage Grove Avenue.  The riding facility is long gone, but in those days, Johnson got to the location via the elevated train.  There were no thoroughbreds there and the only thoroughbred he could find was one that ended up in the Union Stockyards.  The horse’s name was Song Master and he wasn’t much of a racehorse, but he was a genuine Thoroughbred out of Canada.

McGinnis continues to pour little nuggets of life onto the pages of “The Big Horse” and even if this sport isn’t a passion of yours you will enjoy reading about Johnson’s life.   It’s a superb book with its roots deep in the heart of the city of Chicago – North and South Side.  

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Weekend/Weekday Getaway - Travel - Frankenmuth, Michigan - Things To Do In Frankenmuth

Frankenmuth, Michigan is a five hour drive outside of the city of Chicago.  It may very well be the best five hour drive you could possibly experience at any time of the year, but it is beyond wonderful at this time of year. 

Frankenmuth was founded back in the 19th century by a group of German immigrants from Bavaria.  It is Michigan's Little Bavaria. There are several tourist trap destinations around the country that have attempted to live up to its founding fathers, but Frankenmuth is a true stand out.  Yes, Willkommen.  It is a welcoming village on every level.

The town offers a delightful and large bounty of unique shops, friendly hotels/bed & breakfasts, and a handful of good eating establishments.  The Frankenmuth River Place offers 40 specialty shops and there is plenty of parking. The beautifully restored State Theater is a wonderful location to see films and the prices are from the 1970's.

It has enough to keep children delighted for hours on end (yes, there is a water park and a ton of child friendly photo ops) and adults will find a solid fun-packed weekend with a beautiful bridge, lovely walkways and some decent fried chicken.  

Visit the St. Lorenz Lutheran Church (even if you are not Lutheran).  It's a Gothic wonder built by the German settlers in 1880. Across from the church there is a replica of the original log cabin church.  There are also two German cast bells which were brought to Frankenmuth in 1845.

The highlight and the one overwhelming reason to go to Frankenmuth is a visit to Bronner's CHRISTmas (yes, this is the way it is written) Wonderland store.  When I say it is "the" reason to go I do indeed mean it is "the" reason to go on this two day jaunt.  It is truthfully billed as the largest Christmas store in the world and you certainly will be filled with endless amount of joy, but bring your cash and credit cards.  It took us five hours to go through the entire store. There are literally thousands of ornaments (50,000 or so), 500 Nativity scenes, a Christmas cookie cafe, hundreds of different Santas & Men Made of Snow; and a replica of Austria's "Silent Night" chapel. About 50 countries are represented with heritage on display from all across the globe. You name the image and there is an ornament to go along with that theme.  Various other decorations are hung, strung and draped all over the store and don't forget the massive number of photo ops that await you on the outside of the store.  I had my photo taken with giant Santas, enormous ornaments, mega-big Angels, stunningly beautiful Nativity scenes and a wide assortment of Snow People! Bronner's is a Christmas wonderland! Enjoy Christmas!  It's His birthday!

Go to Frankenmuth!  There is no way you could be disappointed.  It is one of the best short-haul drives from Chicago.     

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Interview: Judd Parkin on his new book, "The Carpenter's Miracle" and his assorted adventures in the business of show


Judd Parkin is a highly regarded television writer and producer.  He has written a wide assortment of telefilms and was nominated for an Emmy in 2000. Prior to his successful writing/producing career he was an executive with both ABC and NBC. He is the author of the new book, "The Carpenter's Miracle."  "The Carpenter's Miracle" is currently available at, and will soon be in book stores throughout the country.  I had the privilege to interview him recently and we discussed his first published novel and some of his adventures in the world of theater and television.  Parkin is from Chicago and his mother is a resident of our fair city. 

Judith: How did "The Carpenter's Miracle" happen?  Where did the idea and story come from?

Judd: Strangely enough, I have George W. Bush to thank for the book.  I didn’t agree with a lot of his policies, but I was angered on his behalf by how the media portrayed his religious faith.  First off, such a thing is no one’s business, even if the man happens to be President.  Secondly, the great majority of what was written about Bush’s faith was ridiculously over-simplified, misinformed, or just plain wrong.  Anyhow, it got me to thinking about how the media would respond if a Jesus-like figure suddenly appeared in the modern world.  I kicked this idea around in my head for a couple of years before I finally got around to writing it.

Judith: I checked out the link on Amazon.  Was it a finer than fine moment to see your book and your name listed as author on Amazon?

Judd: It was definitely a surreal moment to see my name listed as an author.  I’ve grown used to seeing my name on film credits, which is a special thing in its own way.  But film is a collaborative medium, and it takes an army to make a movie, whereas a book, for better or worse, is your creation.  If someone doesn’t like a movie I’ve made, I can always blame the director or actors, but if someone doesn’t like “The Carpenter’s Miracle”—well, there’s no place to hide.  You feel very naked when you send a book out in the world, but so far the response to it has been very positive, which is tremendously gratifying. If people didn’t respond favorably to the book, I would take it as badly as if someone was mean to one of my children.

Judith: Do you plan on adapting the book into a screenplay? Interest from networks yet on the book as a telefilm?

Judd: I would love to write a screenplay of the book, and I have hope that this will happen.  A producer friend has been testing the waters, and so far, the responses we’ve gotten back tend to fall into one of two categories:  “Too religious” and “Not religious enough.”  That’s okay, because it’s pretty much the same response I got initially when I tried to find a publisher for the book.  I take the long view on these things, because I’ve learned from experience that movies never happen on the timetable or in the circumstances you expect.  The one thing that’s predictable about the movie business is that it’s unpredictable.

Judith: Do you have plans for another book?

Judd: I do.  I have three different ideas that are fermenting in my head right now, and eventually I’ll write the one that I find myself thinking about the most.  The biggest problem is finding the time in which to write it.  I wrote “The Carpenter’s Miracle” over a two-year period between movie projects, which was very frustrating because I had to keep putting it aside, and then start working on it again six months down the road.

Judith: What's the craziest story (you can SHARE with us here) that happened to you while working at the networks?

Judd: Oh, boy, just one?  This could take up the entire interview.  I suppose the one that sticks in my mind most is the Gary Hart/Donna Rice scandal.  That was a media bombshell, maybe not as big as Michael Jackson’s death, but close.  All the networks were chasing Donna Rice’s rights to make a movie of the story, and somehow we at ABC got the inside track.  The media was literally hounding Ms. Rice’s every step, so for the meetings we had with her and her representatives, everyone had to use code names and give a password.  It was like being in a James Bond movie.  Ms. Rice was very nice, but understandably shellshocked by the whole experience.  In a predictable Hollywood ending, the movie never got made, which was probably a good thing for everyone concerned.

Judith: Judd, you were raised in the Chicago area?  How did your youth, your coming of page period in Chicago influence your life and your career? What was your childhood like?

Judd: I can’t imagine a better place to grow up in the mid-20th century than Chicago.  I may be romanticizing the experience, but in my memory my childhood is like a mash-up of the movies “The Sandlot” and “Stand By Me.”  I was fortunate to have two great parents who raised me with what I think of as core Midwestern values—devotion to family and hard work, as well as a wariness toward fads and pretense.  Every summer, my folks would ship me out to work at my Uncle Merrill’s dairy farm in Iowa, where I would ride ponies, and help bail hay, milk the cows, and shovel cow manure in the barn. For a city kid from Chicago, this was heaven on earth.  Being in Iowa those summers probably taught me more than I have ever learned since about the kinds of movies and TV series real people watch, and what sort of books they read. Chicago itself seemed like the center of the universe at that point in time.  I got to witness many major historical events, including being downtown at the Palmer House on the day when all hell broke loose in Grant Park in August, 1968.  This was the day when “Da Mayor” infamously said, “The Chicago Police are not here to create disorder, they’re here to preserve disorder.”  I was in downtown Chicago with three friends, and somehow my father managed to get through all the police barricades to pick us up—I still don’t know how he managed that. 
Judith: Cubs or White Sox?

Judd: I rooted for the White Sox when I was very young because I adored Nellie Fox.  I still have a tobacco-store figurine of him on my bookshelf.  But when the Sox traded Fox to the then-Colt 45’s, it just broke my heart, and I switched my allegiance to the Cubs.  Plus, being a North-side kid, it was a lot easier for me to get to get to games at Wrigley Field, which I still believe is the most beautiful ballpark in the world.  My favorite player in that period was Billy Williams, because he was the ultimate no-nonsense pro.  And I thought Jack Brickhouse was God.
Judith: Favorite Chicago haunts?

Judd: As a kid, I was obsessed with fossils and dinosaurs, so I thought the Field Museum was just about the greatest place on earth.  In many ways, I still feel this, and my heart still quickens every time I go there.  I loved the Art Institute, the Museum of Science and Industry, and the Chicago Historical Society, which for some strange reason has been re-named “The Chicago History Museum”, which is just plain wrong.  I already mentioned Wrigley Field, but I should also put in a plug for Hackney’s—no trip home to Chicago is complete without having their onion loaf and a burger on dark bread.  And a trip to Garrett’s Popcorn is absolutely essential.

Judith: Aah yes.  I met you for lunch at Hackney's, so I should have guessed that one. Judd, did you come from an artistic family?

Judd: I did.  My mother is a classical singer who had a terrific voice when she was younger, and who’s still pretty damn good as she closes in on her eighty-sixth year.  She taught voice at Roosevelt University for many years.  Our house was sort of a revolving musical salon of incredible vocalists and instrumentalists, and my three brothers and I were taught early on to get up and join in.   My mother and brothers are annoyingly good musicians, much more talented than I am.  One of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made in my life was not spending more time on my piano lessons.  I can still plunk out Randy Newman tunes and Christmas carols, but I wish I were better.  My mother used to warn me that I would regret not working harder at the piano, and, much as I hate to admit this, she was right.
Judith: You started as an actor.  A theater major.  Share some of the experiences with us?  Why did you want to go in that direction? What was the appeal?  Where did that road lead?

Judd: Well, there is no experience as exciting as an opening night in the theatre.  I love film, but it can’t capture the sense of being in front of a live audience for the first time.  I still miss it.  I enjoyed being an actor, and had reasonable success at it—I played Hamlet and a lot of other major roles.  In terms of strange experiences in the theatre, I had to go onstage in the summer of ’74 in a production of A MIDSUMMER’S NIGHT DREAM the night Nixon resigned, which was surreal.  During this frothy comedy, the audience sat there in stunned silence, and those of us onstage were just as shellshocked. I figured out early on that acting wasn’t the life for me.  Being an actor is incredibly tough, and I just didn’t have the stomach for the constant rejection.  As far back as high school, I’d always been more interested in writing, producing, and directing because then you were in control of the whole canvas.  So I suppose it was inevitable in some ways I would eventually gravitate to writing and producing films.
Judith: You made a transition to the executive side of the television business at not one, but at two of the "big four" broadcast networks.  What were some of your accomplishments at NBC and ABC? 

Judd: My life as an executive was “career-by-accident.” I first started working in the NBC Story Department as a staff reader, and was later promoted to the Miniseries Department when Brandon Tartikoff, who was a mentor to me, discovered I could read long books quickly, which was my ace in the hole.  Brandon liked people who read books and enjoyed them—based on his Yale education, I suppose—but he had a wonderful vulgarity, and he enjoyed the ratings of “The A-Team” as much as he enjoyed the Emmys NBC received for “Hill Street Blues.”  Of the shows I worked on at NBC, the one I think back on most fondly is “Fatal Vision.”  It was a very good movie, I think, and it got huge ratings, but the reason I liked it was because it paired Karl Malden and Eva Marie Saint as the leads, and they were two heroes of my youth.  Karl Malden won his only Emmy for that show, incidentally.  At ABC, I was very proud of “Separate But Equal,” “Family Pictures,” and “Son of the Morning Star.”  None of those shows did particularly well in the ratings, but they won critical acclaim, and “Separate But Equal” got the Emmy for best miniseries in the days before HBO started sweeping that category.  I still have great fondness for the Stephen King miniseries I was involved with, especially “IT” and “The Stand.”  Stephen King is a class act, and he is one of the funniest guys I have ever met.  Plus, he named a character after me in his miniseries “Storm of the Century”, so how can I not love the guy?
Judith: Just so I can say it, I loved "Son of the Morning Star."  It's a wonderful mini-series that evoked its era better than most feature films.  Any thoughts on the making of the telefilm?  For the record, I love Gary Cole. He should have had a much bigger career.  It's notable, but it should have been bigger.

Judd: I thought “Son of the Morning Star” was an excellent film, one of the best I’ve had the good fortune to be associated with.  Even though the critics loved it, it didn’t do well in the ratings because it aired at the beginning of the first Iraq War.  I don’t think anyone in the U.S. at that point wanted to see a movie about a great military disaster, perhaps the greatest in our country’s history.  So the timing was very unfortunate, but that didn’t diminish the achievement of the film.  It featured a lot of fine actors who later became famous for other roles, such as David Strathairn and Terry O’Quinn. And, yes, Gary Cole is a superb, much-underrated actor, mainly, I think, because he makes it look so easy.  Playing Custer was an incredibly difficult thing, because there are so many conflicting emotions surrounding Custer.  But even Custer-enthusiasts—and they are a loud and opinionated group—loved his performance.

Judith: You were notorious for not wanting to be the "Hollywood" guy.  Did you ever attend an Emmys broadcast? How did you balance your fondness for the media and the arts with your anti-I don't want to do that attitude?

Judd: I have never had much patience for anything in the entertainment industry that isn’t directly related to the work.  If you’re not careful, you can be dragged into a lot of functions and parties that waste a lot of precious life hours.  I went to the Emmys twice, once when I was a network exec and my wife was pregnant with our first child.  We spent most of our time shuttling her to the bathroom, and every time we came back there would be these “seat-fillers” in our seats, so that the auditorium wouldn’t look empty to the TV audience at home.  That was annoying, plus seeing the show live was like watching paint dry.  I have never understood the appeal of awards shows.  I didn’t go the Emmys again until I was nominated for “Jesus,” and even then I only agreed to go because my wife and kids were more excited about it than I was. I would have preferred to stay home and watch the U.S. Tennis Open, which was on TV.  Once again, I was bored out of my mind, and having to wear a tuxedo just added insult to injury.  But my wife and kids looked very handsome in their finery, and we got a good family Christmas photo from the experience, so it wasn’t entirely a lost cause.
Judith: How did you segue from television management to your producing/writing career?

Judd: It was a natural segue for me, because it’s what I had wanted to do all along.  In some ways, it was like going back to the theatre for me.  When you’re an executive, you’re essentially a traffic cop overseeing other people’s creative work, but as a producer and writer, you’re actually making the shows; and because of my theatre background, that was something I felt very comfortable doing.
Judith: As a writer and producer you have developed a reputation for making faith based and Christmas (close) projects.  Did you intentionally go in that direction?  Jesus, a Pope and love stories at Christmas!

Judd: Again, this is an instance of “career-by-accident”.  No, I didn’t intentionally choose this path, it chose me.  But I suppose there was some sort of design there.  When I began producing and writing I felt very strongly that I didn’t want to be involved in projects that were sensationalistic, demeaning, or violent, and that sort of limits your options.  Christmas stories were sort of a no-brainer for me, because I have always loved “Miracle on 34th Street,” Alastair Sims' “A Christmas Carol” and “It’s A Wonderful Life,” and I wanted to try my hand at a few things in that genre.
Judith: You were nominated for an Emmy for the 2000 mini-series on Jesus that aired on CBS. How did you cast Jeremy Sisto?    

Judd:  Jesus” was the toughest film I’ve ever been involved with because I was aware, at every step, of the responsibility involved.  I used to lie awake at night worrying if the show would come out okay, because if it didn’t, I would have to answer to my family, especially my youngest brother Jason, who’s an Episcopal priest.  It was an enormous responsibility because you’re dealing with people’s faith, and I didn’t take that lightly.  I have many memories of working on “Jesus”, but the one that sticks in my mind most was the day when we were shooting the Sermon on the Mount sequence.  We were in Morocco, and the temperatures were upward of 115 degrees, and we had a crowd of 2,000 extras, almost all of who were Muslims.  Here were these folks, standing in the blistering sun to make a day’s paycheck on a movie about the Christian Messiah.  I don’t think I’ve ever met a nicer or kinder group of people.  During breaks in filming, they would face east toward Mecca and pray, and their devotion to their faith was deeply moving to me.  It made me stop in the middle of my busy day as a producer and say prayers, too.  After 9/11, when certain segments in the U.S. would demonize Muslims, I would often think back to that day.  It taught me, forever, that you cannot demonize an entire people based on the horrible actions of a few extremist idealogues.  That was a very good life lesson to learn, and it has sustained me through many awful events in this new millennium.

Casting Jeremy Sisto was easy.  The director Roger Young and I saw a long succession of actors, but when Jeremy came in, we looked at each other and said, “That’s the guy.”  There was something about his essential nature—a goodness and kindness—that made you want to spend time with him.  He’s also a fine actor, and one of the nicest men on earth, which didn’t hurt.

Judith: Are you still interested in acting?

Judd: God, no.  I could only play evil lawyers on “Law and Order”-type procedurals, and I’m too old now to play Harold Hill in “The Music Man”, so any acting ambitions have been put to rest.

Judith: Who have been your favorite actors, writers and directors?  Current and all-time favorites?

Judd: It would be hard to beat Richard Burton and Peter O’Toole when they were in their prime and actually trying. Screen acting doesn’t get much better than O’Toole in “Lawrence of Arabia”—the only thing on par is Brando in “On the Waterfront”.  But I also loved guys like William Holden, Frederic March, Paul Newman, Henry Fonda, and Joel McCrea, because they represented a particular kind of American decency.  I wanted to be William Holden when I grew up, and I’m still trying.  Of the guys who are working now, Daniel Day Lewis is about as good as it gets.  And I think Bill Murray may be the most sublime character actor of the modern age, although I might be biased because he’s from Chicago, but, boy, is he good.  His performance in “Rushmore” was one of the best I’ve ever seen.

As far as director/writers go, I love a lot of the old masters—people like Ernst Lubitsch, Billy Wilder, Alfred Hitchcock, John Huston, Francois Truffaut, and Luis Bunuel.  Of the directors working today, I am a big Clint Eastwood fan, and I like the films of Steven Soderbergh, Wes Anderson, and Whit
Stillman. But my North Star is Preston Sturges.  If there are two funnier films than “The Lady Eve” and “Unfaithfully Yours”, I haven’t seen them.
Judith: Which artists have influenced you?

Judd: I’d have to say Shakespeare, Dickens, Twain, and Bach.  I can’t imagine four greater minds, and their works are endless.  Every time I delve into their words or music, I get horribly discouraged and think, why bother?  Everything that could be said about the human condition is contained in their works.  But their example also inspires me, and makes me want to keep trying.
Judith: Which artist(s) of the last 50 years are the most significant?

Judd: This probably sounds goofy to say, but Charles Schulz had a tremendous influence on me.  In a cartoon strip of kids with funny-shaped heads, Schulz somehow captured an existential sense of isolation and longing, as well as the comedy of the human situation.  It’s an astounding achievement, and as many times as I’ve read all the strips, I still can’t quite figure out how he did it.  Robert Frost was also a great influence on me.  He was the first writer who made me realize that words matter, and when I read his poetry as a kid it was like the skies had opened.  I can still do fairly decent recitations of “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” and “Fire and Ice”.
Judith: A favorite all-time book?

Judd: “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.”  I have given up counting how many times I have read it.  Besides being a great book, it has a deep personal resonance for me since I grew up in Midwest.  I keep a wonderful abridged recording by Garrison Keillor on my iPod and listen to it whenever I need a pick-up.  Some people listen to The Carpenters, but I listen to Huck and Jim on the raft at night.  I’m not sure what this says about me. No matter how many times I have read the section of the book where Huck decides not to turn Jim in, I still get choked up when Huck says, “All right, then, I’ll go to hell.”  It’s the funniest, most heroic, and moving section in any book by an American author.  Anyone who thinks otherwise can meet me in the alley and we will duke it out.
Judith: Is there a project you would so want to do that you would be willing to sacrifice something of consequence for?

Judd: I would give at least one of my arms to make a film about the Cortez and Montezuma story.  It’s the story of the opening of the Americas.  Forget the Mayflower and all those annoying people with buckles and funny hats who allegedly had the first Thanksgiving with the Indians.  They were a bunch of religious fanatics who gave birth to the Salem Witch Trials. I am a descendant of the Mayflower folks so I can say this.  The Cortez/Montezuma story is the real deal about the opening of the Americas, and the tragic clash of cultures.  It’s astounding to me that no one, ever, has made a decent film about this.  When you read the accounts of this story—and I’ve read many-- you can’t believe it’s not fiction.  It changed the world.
Judith: If you weren't a writer what would you be doing?

Judd: I don’t have a clue.  Thank God people pay me to write, otherwise I’d be a ward of the state, or perhaps a street-corner preacher.
Judith:  What's the best business decision you ever made?

Judd: Not going to the Air Force Academy for college.  I wanted to be an Air Force flier like my dad had been in WW II and Korea.  My father convinced me that this would be a very bad idea, and he was right.
Judith: What keeps you up at night?

Judd: Worrying that I haven’t done enough to make the world a marginally better place.  Worrying that my wife and kids won’t be proud of me.  Worrying about how to pay for my idiot Golden Retriever’s $5,000 knee surgery.  And, of course, the Cubs and Bears are a constant source of concern.
Judith: Are your children interested in following your lead and going into the arts/media?

Judd: Yes, they all have.  My older daughter Claire is a wonderful photographer (Claire Parkin took the photo of her dad that appears at the top of the page)  and graphic designer in Seattle.  My younger daughter Hilary is a gifted costume designer who works at Western Costume in LA.  And my son Sam is just starting his junior year in the theatre department at UCLA, although his first love is really music—he wants to be his generation’s Dylan.  So my wife and I didn’t luck out and have one kid who was a doctor or lawyer who might support us in our old age, but that isn’t too surprising since my wife is an artist and I do what I do.  But our kids are all incredibly talented, and they have a passion for what they do, so my wife and I feel very fortunate.  Plus, our kids still talk to us, enjoy our company, and don’t seem to blame us too much for steering them toward careers in the arts, which is a great relief to me personally. 
Judith: How do you overcome creative blocks?

Judd: I don’t really have creative blocks, but instead have the inverse problem, which is finding the time to get down on paper all the stories I want to write.  I blame my family for this, because it seems like someone is always breaking an arm, getting a terrible ear infection, or has been in a car accident.  The only time I have had anything resembling a creative block has been when I’ve been contracted to write a screenplay that I don’t really want to write, because it gets in the way of my own stories.
Judith: On the positive side, what is your creative motivation?

Judd: To tell stories that ideally entertain, move, and maybe even inspire people.

Judith: Can you discuss a moment in your career that you will never forget?  What is your most memorable career moment?

Judd: Meeting Pope John Paul II at the Vatican when we made “Jesus” was pretty special.  He came in for the audience with us, stooped and lame, and said “Boun giorno.”  And I was thinking, “Holy Cow—that’s the Pope”.
Judd, thanks so much for taking the time to chat with me (a fellow Chicagoan).  It's been a pleasure to discuss some issues about life and work.   Good wishes to you on the release of "The Carpenter's Miracle." The book is published by Bonneville Publishers.  

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