4th Grade Me

I recently ran across a journal that I kept in Ms. Blume's 4th grade English class. Ms. Blume taught at Ressie Jeffries Intermediate School in Front Royal, VA. I have very fond memories of her, and now wonder if she was any kin to children's author, Judy Blume.

The journal, bound in a faded orange cover with a hand-sketched picture of my father centered under my name, handwritten in cursive, is chocked full of little surprises. Of course, I would hope that I'd changed in many ways since 4th grade, but the best moments in this time capsule are the discoveries of the ways that I'd remained the same.

I'd like to share excerpts from this journal. All of the grammatical errors, misspellings, and word omissions will be preserved. Though good at spelling--and didn't mind letting you know this--my grammar was evidently very challenged--even moreso than it is now. (I had no idea how much until revisiting this journal.)

On September 10, 1984--only 4 months after the death of my paternal grandmother--the opening entry explored my feelings:

My name is James. My grandmother died in May or June. The reason why I know this is my mom told me and I started to cry because I loved her very much. And now I still miss her. I still have another grandmother. At her funeral was a very sad funeral.
 

September 11, 1984, my idea of nerd fun made an appearance:

I like to play outside at night. Sometimes we play Hide & Seek. It is fun playing at night. I like playing on a hill at night. Last night nobody was outside but I still played. Yesterday we was playing Batman and I was the Riddler.

September 18, 1984, I just wanted to list my favorite movies:

. . . E.T., Annie, The Toy, Jungle Book, Savvanah Smiles, Breakin', Rocky III, Snow White, A Man from Snowy River, Gremlins, Cujo, The Sword in the Stone, Stir Crazy, Brer Rabbit, Superman III, Footloose, Purple Rain, Beat Street
 

Who even remembers Savannah Smiles?  Well, just in case you don't. . .

Nothing beat Saturday morning cartoons in the 80s! Sept. 20, 1984, I talk about a couple of my favorites:

My favorite cartoon to watch on Saturdays are Muppet Babies and Saturday Supercade. On Muppet Babies last week the Muppets was making to much noise that a officer kept calling because he was trying to sleep. On Saturday Supercade they showed Kangaroo, on Kangaroo these monkeys' were trying to escape from the zoo.

Then there was my brother--Sept. 21, 1984:

I got a brother he's 4 years old, his name is T. J. he thinks he's tough. My little brother will sometimes wrestle you but he's a shy boy.
 

Sept. 25, 1984, I tried to articulate my plans for the future. I knew I wanted to do something that I would enjoy:

I like being silly to make people laugh. Sometimes they don't laugh but I still try. I think when I grow-up I will be a clown but not in a circus, I'm going to do it at a hospital to cheer patients up. I'll think they'll like it. And sometimes I even might go places like a clown and give candy to children. And I will have a lot of friends. I might even be rich. I'll call myself Mr. Clown Around. I will go to other states and do it too.

I LOVED CARTOONS! This is from Sept. 26, 1984:

I like looking at cartoons when I get home from school. I look at Fat Albert when I get home. My mom likes looking at Fat Albert too. I can just name a few Cosby Kids.
 

Sept. 27, 1984. . . stop bullying:

I want to take karate. My mom keeps saying she will let me take it but she doesn't. The only reason I'm taking karate is because big kids sometimes pick on me. I hope I take black belt, but when you begin you have a white belt.
 

I did end up taking Shorin-Ryu for a couple of years with Mr. Drago in Front Royal. I think his son is now an actor. I quit when I was only one belt away from BLACK.

*****

At the age of 9, I didn't quite grasp the concept of hard work. If I did, I probably would've been more appreciative of my father. All I knew was that he was "boring."  Oct. 2, 1984:

"Whenever I'm bored I get angry. Yesterday I was bored, I didn't do anything yesterday. I hate staying with dad all alone because he does is sleep all day when he comes home.
 

Pops knows I loved him! This was a man who commuted from Front Royal to Northern Virginia every day to work construction for 12+ hours.

*****

 

In 1984 Front Royal, Kmart was like the mall. Oct. 5, 1984:

 

I like to go home on Fridays because they're fun. The things I do on Fridays is play go places get out of school for a couple days. I like when we go to K-mart. And today is the day for all of it. I hope tonight we go bowling.
 

That weekend, I did get to bowl for the first time. Oct. 8, 1984:

Last night my mom, dad, brother, and best friend went bowling. My total score was 56 my moms total score was 61 my dads total score was 112 my friends total score was 80. This was my first time I ever bowled and it was fun.

On Oct. 9th, 1984, I must have been feeling boastful:

I know how to spell a word with 34 letters in it, it is called supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. I can spell the most longest words. In 2nd grade when we done spelling b's me and my friend would be the last ones up.
 

 Once again, on Oct. 10, 1984, I didn't seem to mind patting myself on the back:

I like to act silly because it makes some people laugh. But sometimes they just call me names because I become a little over-loaded. I am a little artist as some people say. One-time I drew Bigfoot going over two cars, and oneimte I drew Q-bert at Q-park and it looked good.
 

Ah, the 80s . . .


 October 1984 must've been National Bragging Month. Oct. 23, 1984:

I am a good a good jumper and I'm trying not to brag. One day a was running and my brothers bigwheel was in my way so I jumped over it and landed on my feet. I can almost jump over my fence.

 

On Nov. 1, 1984, I must've been answering questions posed by Ms. Blume:

1. If I could fly (free) to any place in the world I'd go to California.
2. The reason I'd go to California is to meet movie stars.
3. One thing I'd like to bring back is Latoya Jackson.
 

Now when we think of Latoya, we think of this:

 

 

However, I still have a crush on 1984 Latoya Jackson!

 



 And she was talented too:

 Okay, maybe there was a reason why she did Playboy.

*****

 

Nov. 5, 1984, I described an incident that occurred on the previous night in "The Village:"

Last night it was this man running crazy on my street, and he said he had a gun so mom called the police. Before the police got there the man kept banging on cars and cursing at children, and say he's going to kill somebody. When the police arrived they started looking for him, and never found him.
 

I hope they found him eventually!

On Nov. 7, 1984, I simply stated:

Last night R. Reagan won the election 202 to 3.
 

 Maybe that was the score by the time I went to bed. LOL!

*****

I was so shy. No surprise why I didn't like to tell people my close-kept "secret." Nov. 9, 1984:

I'm finally giving away my secret that I had since last year, but I know how to breakdance. The reason why I haven't told some people is because I'm shy. The person who taught me is my best friend Cory who is 11 years-old.

 

 Wow! Nov. 14, 1984:

If I could go back back in time I would like to meet Robert E. Lee because I would like to be in the war.
 

I'm completely judging 4th Grade Me right now.

 

 

 

 

Dec. 4, 1984, I listed what I wanted for Christmas:

 

This year I want a big tape recorder, Bigfoot, a Commodore 64, and some transformers. The Commodore 64 is The one I want most.
 

 Jan. 2, 1985:

The thing I received for Christmas I liked most was my Purple Rain tape.
 

My parents, however, still regret that purchase to this day.

On Jan. 22, 1985, we had to rate the 10 most important characterstics found in a friend:

1. helpful
2. understanding
3. truthful
4. polite
5. forgiving
6. smart
7. cheerful
8. creative
9. clean
10. athletic
 

 On Jan. 23, 1985--10 days after turning 10--I responded to 3 questions:

1. If I could have any talent I wanted I would choose comedy because I like to be funny.
2. If I had all of the money I wanted I would want it to be 1-cent because a penny save is a penny earn.
3. If I could make one wish for the world it would be to be a famous comedian because I like being funny.
 

Never quite got over that wish. . .

Fast forward to April 10, 1985:

One person I admire much is Mr. T because he's tough. When I pretend to be this person I say, "I pity the fool's who mess with me because I'm Mr. T." I feel like fighting.
 

 On May 8, 1985, I mused on the upcoming release of New Coke:

On this date in 1886 Coke was sold for the first time. Coke is planning to change their recipe. I think it's a good idea. I hope they stop putting the coca leaf in it. It would probably be better tasting. I wonder if it will have a substitute for the leaf. I don't want them to spoil my drink.
 

Coke Is It!

 

The final entry that I'm going to post is from May 30, 1985. I'm still curious as to how this would taste:

 On this date in 1848 William Young of Baltimore patented the first ice cream freezer. . . I'm going to invent Hot Dog Sherbet with a hot dog bun on top.
 

Welcome to the mid-80s as I remembered it. Thanks for reading this little journey. I hope that it brought back some memories for those who were born before '84. For the young'uns, the 80s were REAL. Don't make me post He-Man cartoons from Youtube. . .





 







 







2011: Completely Ruined

I know that Color Me Badd comes to mind for me, as well as many of you, when reflecting on 2011. I am not ashamed to admit that this was one of the songs I liked off of their debut album, which was released 20 YEARS AGO. The title very obviously states what I am attempting to do with this blog entry.

Every year I do these entries to try and gain some perspective on the past year's highs and lows, and how these events may potentially catapult me--gently--into the following year.

I entered into 2011 crazy about my then-girlfriend, a full PS3 addiction, fiending for the next acting project, and praying for my younger cousin, Larry, who was blessed to survive a horrific crash last December. I can honestly say all of those things were elevated in some way--touched and blessed.

January brought a fresh short film project, called "The Favor," written by Anthony Greene, directed by Demetrius Parker, and co-starring John Moriarity. A ten-minute comedic riff on the N-word. I could not be happier with a project. I had a blast and it was shot in around 5 hours. Below is the full film. (Warning: Wields offensive language in a hilarious manner!)

The Favor from Anthony Greene on Vimeo.

"The Favor" was later accepted into the World Music & Independent Film Festival, where both John and I received nominations for "Best Actor in a Short Film." The festival took place in August, in DC.

Toward the end of January, I finally received word from Dan, the casting director, at Arena Stage, regarding a November audition and call back for Lynn Nottage's "Ruined," being directed by Charles Randolph-Wright. The saints had gone marching in, and I was in that number--HALLELUJAH! That news made me soar. God knows He was just showin' off! I was in shock for weeks.

Around the same time, I received news of being cast in Nubia Filmworks' next feature film project, "Nocturnal Agony," and it seemed like they were aiming to shoot around the same time frame as "Ruined" was aiming to rehearse. I still had a couple of months before either project and I'd already started to worry about a potential conflict. So I prayed, because I did not want to have to give up either. #Selfish

So then comes March. I'd been scheming and plotting one of my biggest decisions to date--to marry, or not to marry. Sonal and I had been together at that point for a year and a half, and I thought that just wasn't long enough. I wanted her around for LIFE! (Sounds like a prison sentence. I'm a bit of a glutton for punishment.) I called upon our mutual friend, Tuyet, to do some investigative work to find out ring information, etc. Then I took the intelligence and went out and made a purchase.

Finally on the night of March 18th, I completed a short staged reading of Edward Albee's "Fam & Yam" at Arena Stage, directed by Dr. Angelisa Gillyard, and featuring the incomparable Craig Wallace. The reading was at 10:30pm. Sonal came to support, though she was barely hanging on to consciousness. (We'd just seen Salman Rushdie speak at the Kennedy Center earlier that evening). Afterwards, we went back to her place. I knew I had to be quick as she was fading away for the night. So there was no big creative stroke of genius. I just grabbed the ring, shook her awake and asked her to to be my wife.

Instead of a simple "yes" or "no bamma, get out of my face," she groggily replied, "Let me see that thing--" referring to the ring--lifted her hand into the air and placed it on her ring finger. After giving it a once-over, she stated matter-of-factly, "We're already married."

And with that, it was done.

Not a lot of room for sentiment in this relationship. . . and for that, I love her.

(Sidenote: As of today, December 30, 2011, we are still unable to pinpoint an exact date or location for the wedding, but I made a resolution for 2012 that we will have one or the other. . . and with a bit of luck, BOTH.)

Less than a week after the proposal, rehearsals began for "Ruined." The first days of rehearsals for me were spent just getting my eyes adjusted to seeing so many Black people together in one cast--and Larry Redmond, the wonderfully talented, token, non-Black actor in the cast. The cast included 20+ actors, at the mercy of the masterful hands of Charles Randolph-Wright.

From beginning to the end, the production was a DREAM job. We got along swimmingly. We also made it a point to laugh as much as humanly possible, because "Ruined" is a tale heavy with human atrocities, and we could not let the darkness overtake us.  We still had to live outside of that world.

"Ruined" (Arena Stage)

As the end of the run neared, I think we all felt a collective sadness. We knew we had just experienced something so amazing that just doesn't come with every production.  I know I wanted to hold on to that feeling forever.

I'm certain many of my colleagues from that production have gone on to do many great works since then. I have not been on stage since then, but will return to my "sweet spot," Imagination Stage, in a couple of weeks, for "P. Nokio," a brainchild from fellow "Ruined" alumnus, Psalmayene 24.

Fortunately, I was able to work out the "Nocturnal Agony" shoot with "Ruined" rehearsals. I didn't have nearly as much to tackle with "Nocturnal" as I did with "Too Saved." I also got to work with my dear friend, Deidra, and her daughter, Kathryn, who plays my daughter in the film. I had a chance to meet Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs and Vernee' Watson on the set. It was very cool! Below is the trailer:



The weekend after the closing of "Ruined," I booked it to Brooklyn, NY. My MAIN man, Will Mason, and his long time girlfriend, Lydia, were finally making it official with OPERATION: MATRIMONY. It was a fantastic evening. Mason and I go back to 1993. We entered VCU's theatre program at the same time, hit it off, and have been boys ever since. He has a wonderful family. His parents and sisters are my Richmond family. I love my sister-in-law, Lydia, and all the kids.  It was great seeing all of them, and even got to see our homeboy, Cedric, from VCU. Hadn't seen him since 1999, when we sat out on his balcony in the Fan district in Richmond and analyzed Eminem's first album.

Will and Lydia on their wedding day (June 2011)

The week after NY, I was on a plane with Sonal, heading to Michigan, to her parents' home. My 2nd time there, and this time I had the honor of meeting her older sister and her niece and nephew, whom she absolutely worships. After meeting them, I can understand why. Her nephew and I quickly bonded over a game of Modern Warfare on his Nintendo DS. I was a complete sucker by the end of Day One in Michigan, when they started calling me "Uncle JJ."

Then came August. Sonal and I packed our bags and took a road trip down to Hilton Head Island, in South Carolina. My friend, Gena, was marrying her man, Anthony. It was a beachfront wedding, complete with live singing from Gena, her son, John, and others. I got to see some of my ATLiens: Auntie and KK. It was a great weekend. A much needed getaway.

And before the summer completely got away from us, Sonal and I managed 2 trips to Assateague Island: 1 for just a day, and 1 for an overnight stay where we ended up sleeping in the car. Assateague is famous for its wild ponies who are able to roam about among the citizens. As a result, you better have a strong nose, because the air is rich with horse chocolate. #HorsheyKisses

"The Henchman's War"

The only acting project that I've taken on since "Ruined," has been the film, "The Henchman's War," written/directed/produced by Anthony Greene ("The Favor"). I've shot most of my scenes, and had a great time working with some amazing actors, at an amazing home out in Ashburn, VA. I really look forward to the final product. I hear there are some great fight scenes, none of which I got to participate in.

*snaps finger in disappointment*

For the past few years, I've been dealing with an internal struggle. Feeling as if my auditioning ability was slowly giving way to self-consciousness and lack of confidence, I finally decided at the end of this past summer to take a step to counteract that feeling. I contacted legendary acting teacher, Vera Katz, who taught at Howard University for several years. I have many colleagues who have taken her on for private coaching. I decided to follow in their foot steps.

I first met with her in early September, at her home, and within the first minutes knew that I was in the right place. She dealt just the right dosage of honesty and love. Raw honesty, which is exactly what I've longed for. She called me out (and still does) on my old habits and challenges my weaknesses.

Outside of her acting guidance, she has allowed me to use her autographed copy of Isaiah Washington's autobiography, "A Man from Another Land." We also went to see a show at Adventure Theatre together. She is an absolute gem. I just wish I didn't wait so long to call on her. . . but all things in time.

About a month ago, I happened upon the Rolling Stone magazine article, "100 Greatest Guitarists." I didn't realize it at the time how big of an effect that it would have on me. Having not grown up a fan of rock music, I've only dipped my toes in its waters within the last decade, enough to grow a genuine love for it. This article unleashed an intense curiosity. With Youtube by my side, I began to listen to many of the guitarists mentioned, only to find myself fiending for more. To this day, I am still listening to and downloading songs from artists in that article. Some of my favorites: Rolling Stones, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Howlin' Wolf, Allman Bros. Band, Rory Gallagher, and Buddy Guy. I'd already been fans of many others: Nirvana, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Prince, Hendrix, Santana, Clapton, Joni, Robert Johnson, etc. Of course, the order of the list could be argued till the end of time, but the list has been priceless to me.

In 2010, I was re-introduced to the world of gaming. This year I've continued walking that line of addiction. I can't help it if they be puttin' they foot in these games! (Grammically incorrect for effect.) My love for the RPG has continued to grow as I took on the thirteenth installment of Final Fantasy--my first introduction to the series. I easily sank 150+ hours into completing the main quest and all of its side quests--1 of which nearly took a month (that frickin' Vercingetorix!!!) Then there was Dragon Age 2, for which I almost wet myself in anticipation. (TMI?) Not as good as the first.

The Vercingetorix (Final Fantasy XIII)

However, NOTHING--ab-so-lu-tely NOTHING could've prepared me for the best game ever. I went to Game Stop at the latter part of the summer, in search of a great RPG. I asked the sales associate what he would recommend. He said that a co-worker of his went completely nuts over Demon's Souls. I'd actually read a review of that one prior to the visit to Game Stop, so I went ahead and picked it up. Basically, everything that I'd read stated: "THIS GAME IS @#$#@#$ HARD!" I should've run.

After 2 days of attempting Demon's Souls, I resolved that I was going to return it. I was completely defeated. I was not getting anywhere and I did not want my breakdown to end up on Youtube. LOL! Then something happened. . . I gave it another try and I made a little progress, and it felt GREAT! So I took a deep breath and gave it another go. Slowly, more and more progress was being made. Yes, it was kicking my butt, but I would kick back. Ninety hours later, I completed my first playthrough. Then 45 hours after that, I completed my second playthrough, as a new character. Then 18 hours after that, I completed my third playthrough, as ANOTHER character!

I'd finally gotten the hang of it. It is truly my favorite game. I look forward to its sequel, Dark Souls, but for now, I need a break. So I have introduced myself to Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion--a new RPG for me, while also starting Castlevania: Lords of Shadow, Arkham City (YES!), and Call of Duty: Black Ops. After the Demon's Souls ordeal, all of these games feel like a vacation.

This year has been extremely memorable. A lot of great events took place. I am an extremely blessed man. I know this, and I accept it.

I double-dog dare 2012 to be better. . . for all of us.

Peace and love!!!

When They Reminisce Over You. . .

I haven't had the urge to blog in a really long time, as documented by this blog, but I've been doing a lot of thinking lately.  A few weeks ago, my father revealed that he's kept a cassette tape stored away for over 27 years which contained my late grandmother, Anna Johnson, revealing her final wishes. He never listened to it, so it remained forgotten for many years. He "unearthed" the cassette so that I could transfer its contents to CD.

As a footnote, my grandmother passed on May 23, 1984, when I was 9 years old. I was from the time that I can remember a "grandma's boy." Always at her apron strings.  I would throw a tantrum whenever it was time to leave her house, because I wanted to stay with her.  No regard for the fact my parents would have to drive 40 miles from Front Royal to Warrenton the next day to pick me up.  I remember her Red Kool-Aid, her voice, her macaroni & cheese, her cigarettes, her blue furniture with the plastic covers. I remember how she wasn't much for saying "I love you" or signs of affection, but I have never felt more love from any living creature. I remember running into her house when visiting and hearing her say, "Who's that ugly thing comin' in here?"  And me, tripping head over heels, grinning and replying, "Me, Grandma Nanny!"

Her loss in 1984 had an epic effect on me, and at the age of 9, I was forced to understand the power of death.

So, 27 years later, I sat in my room.  It was a sunny Sunday afternoon in early August 2011.  I'd just been given this cassette by my parents earlier that day, after I saw them at church. I set up all of the necessary equipment needed to transfer to CD, and I pressed "Play" on the cassette player.  While on the cassette my father was doing most of the talking, the first word I heard my grandmother speak in 27 years, in response to a question my father asked on the cassette, was "Yes."

It was evidently a powerful "yes," because I began to gush, just like that 9 year old boy who lost his grandmother back in '84.  I shamelessly gushed as the cassette rolled on, and she began to speak more.  The characteristics of the voice that I remember sent waves of energy coursing through my being.  It was amazing!

Unfortunately, the death of my grandmother only marked the beginning.  Since then, I have been to the wakes and funerals of dozens of loved ones--family and friends--friends of the family and family of friends. I've heard friends say that they've never been to a funeral or that they've never lost a loved one, and it baffles me.  To me, it almost seems unimaginable.

At times I feel that I obsess too much over death, and at other times my experience with it helps to keep me focused on loving and enjoying every moment that I have with everyone in my circle.  I do not want to take anyone for granted.

I believe in giving people roses while they are alive to savor them.  I've seen too many people live with regrets after a loved one passes.  Perhaps there was some issue that may have been blown out of proportion, but now death has put the pettiness of the issue in perspective.

I often think about everyone over the years who has touched my life in some fashion, and I appreciate them, regardless how brief our encounter(s).  Those who have passed have etched a piece of themselves into my soul.  I want to offer up a part of this blog as a memorial to them.  Wherever their soul may lie, I just want them to know that they are not forgotten, though I may not remember everyone's full name correctly.  For that, I apologize.

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FAMILY

Edna Walker - My great-grandmother (my mother's mother's mother) who passed only a year or so before my "Grandma Nanny," in the early 1980s. I didn't know her well, because she lived in NY, and was only brought down to VA in her final days.  She was the first person I'd ever seen on their deathbed.  From stories that my mother has shared, she was a very loving person who called Mom, "Dollbaby."

Anna Johnson - My father's mother. **see above**

Sissy Pollard - Older cousin on my father's side. She passed during the same time frame as my grandmother.  She was also my Godmother along with her husband, Percy, my Godfather.  I remember her passion for God and for praise and worship.  My parents used to have a gospel band with her, Percy and the Sims family.

Catherine Minor - Great aunt on my father's side. She passed in the early 80s as well. I don't remember much about her, but I do remember watching the Flintstone's at her house when I was really young.  #RandomMemories 

Jake Minor - Great uncle on my father's side.  Passed in the late 80s/early 90s. Always used to tease me and tell me, "I'm gon' bust you WIIIIIIIIIIDE open!" He was a trip!

Carroll "Piggy" Jenkins - Great uncle on my mother's side.  Also known as "Sarge." He was a veteran, and kinda scared me as a kid, but never did any harm.

Joseph "Chick" Jenkins - Great uncle on my mother's side.  He gave me the alto saxophone that I used throughout my years in Band from middle-to-high school.  He passed during the early 90s.  He also taught my father the construction trade, when my father was coming up.  A lot of men on both sides of my family worked for him at some point in their lives. I really admired Uncle Chick.  I still have that sax.

Bernard "Eppie" Grant - Cousin on my father's side.  One of my many big cousins on my father's side.  He was killed in his early 30s, in the late 1990s. It was a devastating loss and a wake up call to many of us.

Andrew "Gus" Minor - Great uncle on my father's side.  Like Uncle Jake, Uncle Gus used to tease me a lot as a kid.  I was actually very scared of Uncle Gus when I was a kid, but as I got older I realized he was harmless.  You could always count on him to show his moves at every family reunion.  He was a dancer.  He passed in the late 90s.

Alice Cheatham - My great cousin (my mother's father's cousin).  She was a towering woman who came to VA to live in the 90s from NY.  Before then, I'd seen her when she'd visit my grandparents on occasion.  I remember her as kind with a good sense of humor.

Myrtle Rowe(?) - Great aunt on my father's side.  She reminded me so much of my late grandmother. I always loved to see her.  She was a great cook and a legendary fisher, from what I hear. :) 

Catherine "Fuzzy" Grant - My aunt (father's sister).  She passed in 2000 to everyone's surprise.  She was the first of my father's 5 sisters to pass.  I really miss Aunt Fuzzy.  I remember she was with us when my parents reluctantly took me with them to see "Stir Crazy" at the movies in 1980.

Aunt Fuzzy holding me. . . and that's my Dad.

William "Bill" Jenkins - My great uncle on my mother's side.  It was tough hearing of Uncle Bill's passing in March 2003.  I was living in Brooklyn at the time.  I really admired Uncle Bill.  He exemplified honor, courage, humility, workmanship, stewardship, and humor.  My brother, TJ, and him had a really tight bond.  He was a farmer and a cowboy.  He owned horses for as long as I can remember.  He lived next door to my maternal grandparents, so we always could see him, when we visited them.  He and my grandfather were not only brothers, but best of friends.  Really really miss Uncle Bill.  If you've seen the film, "Secondhand Lions," then you've seen Uncle Bill.  Michael Cain's character reminds me so much of him.  As a kid, he used to confuse me, because he looked like a White man. Ha!  R.I.P. Unc.

Arthur Jenkins - My grandfather (my mother's father).  This is still a tough pill to swallow.  I looked up to my grandfather tremendously.  Like Uncle Bill, he exemplified so many honorable things.  My father speaks of his horse-riding abilities back in the day, as legendary.  I remember him as the grandfather who'd slip change into my hand, when I was a kid.  The grandfather who was quiet and reserved. A deacon of the church.  Stoic.  The only time I ever saw him cry was at my ordination to become a deacon.  He was so proud.  Though he may not have fully understood my career choice, he'd always check in with me, in his quiet way: "So, Jay, how's that acting thing going?"  He passed in October of 2004 from cancer.  I was living in NY and trying to piece together enough money for weeks to get home to see him.  I finally made it down to see him on a Friday.  The next day, he passed. How I miss him.

Caroline Morton - Cousin on my father's side.  Her passing came as a surprise to me and many of our family members.  She passed in the summer of 2007.  She hadn't even reached 50 yet, and from what I remembered of her, she was full of life and kindness.  One of my older cousins that I loved as a kid. I did not see her as much in my adult life, but always had and will always have love for her and her family.

Edith Robinson - Aunt (father's sister).  Her passing came right on the heels of Caroline's passing.  I was in the final week of "The Unmentionables" at Woolly Mammoth, and really had to pull it together to finish it out.  Aunt Edith is my father's oldest sister.  Her death really hit him hard.  It hit all of us hard, but I'd never seen my father in such a state of mourning.  She was so full of life, as well.  She was the traveller in the family.  She burned up her passport, travelling the world. I always admired her for that.  I loved her and her sense of humor so much. She was one of the few people that could curse my Dad out, and he'd be okay with it. LOL!  I MISS YOU SO MUCH, AUNT EDITH!  In her honor, her kids and grandkids started a charity group, Edith's Roses.  Together we've walked to fight diabetes, walked for MADD, given out food at holidays, etc.  That is her legacy.



Edith's Roses at a Walk for Diabetes in Manassas, VA.





Nikki Hunter - Cousin on my mother's side.  She passed at the age of 38, last year. I remember her more from our childhood, because she used to roll with my Aunt Fay and Cousin "Dimps."  It goes without saying that her death came as a surprise.  She was a young mother and wife.  If the size of her funeral was any testament to her life, then the world definitely lost an angel.

**UPDATE (11/4/11)

Bobby Williams - Cousin on my father's side, who passed last month. He was in his late 40s, so his death was a surprise. As many reminisced on Bobby, they spoke about his humor and his "craziness."  He loved to have fun. He had a powerful homegoing service. I mostly remember him from family reunions and dinners. He will definitely be missed by many.

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FRIENDS, ASSOCIATES, MENTORS, ETC.

Patricia Grant - Ms. Grant taught for many years at Warren County High School. One of the few African-American teachers and a very strong presence. I never had any of her classes, but having grown up with her 2 sons--Thomas and John--she'd always been a part of my young life. So when I arrived at the high school, she took me under her wing, always offering insight and advice. For that, I grew to love her tremendously. She passed a couple of years ago. The news deeply saddened generations who grew up under her influence.

Elder Isham Williams - I cannot recall when Elder Williams passed. I believe it may have been the late 80s/early 90s. He was the eldest preacher within our Baptist church--only a few years from making 100. He was full of wisdom, and one of the men who mentored my father,when my father first came into the ministry. I remember his humility and his humanity. He was loved by the people and rightly so. He also rubbed elbows with one of Hollywood's finest, Robert Duvall, also a Virginia resident. At the end of the film "The Apostle," there is a little shout out to Elder Williams. I will always remember his lively version of "I'll Fly Away." A wonderful man!

"Miss Maudie" Natt - My best friend's grandmother. Cory Hill and I became best of friends when we were about 5 or 6 years old. We lived across the street from each other. Every weekend, he would either sleep over at my house or I over his. For a time, his grandmother lived with him and his mother, Dorothy. As with most of Cory's family, she treated me as family. When we got into mischief, she scolded us. Etc. She passed in the late '80s, if I remember correctly. A big loss.

Robert "Bud" Hill - Cory's father. A Korean War veteran. He was an older man. The coolest cat on this side of the Mississippi. He always kept his vehicles pristine. I felt honored whenever I got to ride in one. He became a father figure in my life. I remember going to Wild World, trips to Richmond, and around the area, with him, Dorothy, and Cory. He passed in the early 90s, I believe.

"Uncle Homer" Natt - Cory's uncle. He passed in the earlier 2000s. He's to blame for several of my current loves/addictions: kung-fu cinema and movie theaters. While he lived with Cory and Dorothy, he shared a room with Cory. When I spent the night, we'd all watch WWF Wrestling and kung-fu films on Saturday mornings.  Then on occasions, we'd walk or take a taxi down to the movie theater on Main St.  I especially remember seeing "Rocky III" with him. That was my first "Rocky" movie!

Dr. Scott White, Sr. - I will always think of him as the moderator of 2nd National Ketoctan Baptist Association. One of Elder Isham Williams' contemporaries, he was one of the men that my father looked to for infinite spiritual wisdom. He had a wonderfully kind spirit and was a family man to the core.  He has left one of the greatest gospel legacies to ever exist. The Scott White singers outnumber the Tribes of Israel.  Their talent is immense. It all started with him and his wife. I came up in our church conference as a youth, when he was a moderator. I loved to hear him speak and sing, even as a kid who would've rather been outside playing. If I'm not mistaken, he passed in the late 90s.

Kenneth Daugherty - A legend of theatre! I had the fortune of being cast by him in Carlyle Brown's "Buffalo Hair," back in 2000. Produced by the African-Continuum Theatre Co., which he'd been instrumental in helping to bring into existence. He was a spitfire who demanded nothing less than your best. I was really saddened by his passing a few years later.

Douglas Brinklow - Doug was a classmate of mine from 4th - 7th grade. From what I understood, he took his own life. I never heard any official report. I do recall he and his sister were teased and bullied because of their perceived economic status. I always tried to be friendly to him. Though I didn't participate in the teasing/bullying, I didn't do anything to stop it. I don't know whatever happened to his sister or family, but I pray that they have peace.

Sis. Edna Kinney - She was the clerk of Shiloh Baptist Church, when my father first arrived as pastor, back in 1986. She was 1 of 3 members, at the time. A kind-hearted, elderly lady who handled the church business like a pro! She passed in the late 80s.

Sis. Robinetta Gardner - Shiloh's piano player.  1 of 3 Shiloh members,when Dad arrived as Pastor. She reminded me so much of my late grandmother. She was so alive and vivacious!  She dressed to the "T," and could rock a piano. I loved her dearly. I miss hearing her sing, "In the Garden." Sometimes at church, I look over at the piano and envision her playing and singing. I fortunately still have footage of her. She passed in the mid-90s.

Sis. Sarah Gibert - The final of Dad's original 3 members. She just passed last year. She was a trooper who always wore a huge smile. Her face was so full of sunshine. She took on the clerk duties, after Sis. Kinney passed. For members of the local theatre community, legendary theatre actor, Lizan Mitchell, reminds me so much of her. Sis. Gibert stayed loyal to Shiloh to her final minutes. She is greatly missed.

Donna Dunmyer - My parents' neighbor for many many years. She used to babysit my brother, when we were kids. She underwent gastric bypass surgery back in the 90s, and so when my father was set to have the same surgery, he leaned on her for wisdom and friendship. She just passed within recent months. May she rest in peace. May her family have peace.

Tremayne Sawyers - A classmate of mine. Tremayne (a.k.a. "Punny") and I were buddies in 6th grade. He was a crazy cat. In class, we would be in tears from his clowning! As time went on, we went our separate paths. I last saw him a few years ago at a funeral in Front Royal.  Then it was only a year or so later, when the town received the news of his death. Very shocking. Rest in Peace, Bro.

Linda Gaines - My friend, Nova's mother--Cory's mother-in-law. Her passing is relatively recent, as she went on home earlier this year. From Hagerstown, she spent the last several years living in Front Royal. She was always around for our "Dorothy Events," on 11th St.  She was lively and fun. Had the nerve to have a Facebook page. LOL! May she rest in peace.

Coryell Hill - *sigh* In a couple of weeks, my godson, Jaquare Hill, will celebrate his 17th birthday. He and Coryell were born prematurely in Charlottesville, VA. Twins. Born to Nova and Cory. Jaquare and Coryell went through quite a few health struggles as preemies,but it seemed that Coryell was the stronger of the two.  Unfortuately, he passed on from this world around New Year's 1995. Not even 2 months of age. He never got to come home from the hospital. I hope and pray I never have to view a coffin for an infant ever again. So thankful for bighead Jaquare!

Wayne "Waynie" Brooks, Jr. - One of my brother's classmates. My mother used to babysit "Waynie" when he was an infant/toddler. We used to get a kick out of how he used to pronounce "water." Sounded a lot like "loiter." He died around the age of 12, if I remember correctly. Drowned in the Shenandoah River, while playing with some associates. There was suspicion that foul play may have been involved. The story was even explored on an investigative program on the USA Network back in the early 90s. A very sad time.

Elder Wilmer Bryant - As Elder Williams and Dr. White mentioned before, Elder Bryant was a classic example of what a follower of God should be: humble, wise, kind, slow to speak, quick to listen. Well-known for singing, "Stay on the Rock," and his willingness to walk wherever to church. He didn't drive, and if he was unable to get a ride, he would walk to his destination. I even heard that he walked/hitch-hiked to Pennsylvania to church. I remember many times, him squeezing in the backseat with my brother and me.  As I got older, I even picked him up on occasions or gave him a ride home. He travelled like a classic disciple of God. He had no shame and was one of the most genuine men of God that I'd ever known. He truly believed what he preached. He passed in the mid-2000s. He is missed very much. Legendary in my life.

Dr. T. J. Baltimore - The late pastor of People's Community Baptist Church in Silver Spring, MD. In my mind, he's one of the legends of our 2nd National Ketoctan Baptist Association. He succeeded Dr. White as moderator. He was a well-learned man, who championed education.

Vanessa - I cannot remember her last name right now, but she was my "desk neighbor" at my job for a couple of years. I'd see her when she arrived early in the mornings. Always said, "Good morning," then went about our days. Sometimes, we'd share a laugh. A couple of years ago, she was missing from my morning routine for some days, when we soon discovered that she'd passed. As I'm typing this now, I can look over and see her desk. Still empty. May she rest in peace.

Cynthia Vanderpool - The late wife of Michael Vanderpool, attorney and founder of Vanderpool, Frostick & Nishanian, in Manassas. When I came to VFN as a temp in 2005, she was warm and supportive. Acting as HR, she was enthusiastic about having me join them as a permanent employee, after temping for 1 week. After a month of "file clerking," she approached me about being promoted to post-closing. Later that year I did a show, called "Kingdom," with the African-Continuum Theatre Co.  She was so excited. Not only did she come to support the show, Mr. Vanderpool, and 2 other assistants came. I don't think it was even 3 months later, when Mrs. Vanderpool passed. We were all devastated. She and Mr. Vanderpool were a wonderful couple. I will always remember her incredible spirit.

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I may have to return to this post and update it as time goes on. I know there are people that I'm forgetting. Blame my mind.

For everyone listed here, I just want to thank you for everything that we've shared, whether it was a "good morning" or infecting me with your love for movies, know that I appreciate it all.  I just hope that I can be half the example.

To "Grandma Nanny," I'm too selfish to ever let you fully rest in peace. Thanks for tagging along over the years. :)

Love you,

"That Ugly Thing"

2010: The Year of the Amish Wizard

I blinked. I just blinked.  It was January 1, 2010, I was sitting around a table at Ben's Next Door on U St., in DC, with my girlfriend and a group of people.  One of which was comedian, Sinbad.  I just blinked, and BOOM, here I am staring 2011 in the face--its big, mysterious, veiled face.

Hello there, beautiful stranger.

I grew up watching Sinbad from Day 1 of his career.  My parents and I would faithfully watch him slaughter other comedians in the early-to-mid-80s on "Star Search," week after week.  As an impressionable child who was already under the Cosby influence and dreaming of a life as a comedian, Sinbad became one of those fuels that ignited my dream.  As the years went on, I followed him on "A Different World," his various HBO comedy specials, his comedy cassettes, etc.

So last December, I was in a show at the Kennedy Center, called "Teddy Roosevelt and the Ghostly Mistletoe."  I just remember a lot of snow had recently fallen. We were in our final days of performances, and an excited stage manager came backstage after a show and told us that Sinbad was in the audience with his family. I was SO GEEK'D.  I'd been following him on Twitter, so when I went home, I tweeted him a "thank you for your support" tweet.  He replied with an invitation to lunch--that Friday--January 1st--Ben's Next Door.



Sonal and I with Sinbad

I could not have thought of a better way to start off a new year!  It felt like another instance of something coming full circle in life.  If we pay attention, a lot of things come full circle in life, almost daily. . . but this was one of the bigger "full circle" things.  Not only did I have a chance to entertain one of my comedic influences, but I got to sit down and break bread with the brotha. (Life is so cool like that!)
February rolled around, and I was unemployed in the acting field.  I did the Equity Liaison Auditions like a good actor, that month, but nothing lay on the horizon.  Fortunately, my good buddy, Stefan Latoure, hit me up with 2 film projects that he was casting: "When Life Gives You Shoestrings" and "Indigo Heart."  Both were set to be directed by 2 female Howard alumnae.

On the day of the auditions, we had just endured the 2ND blizzard of the winter season.  I was on the Metro which was being driven by somebody's grandmother that day, because it took FO'EVA (not "forever") to get to Metro Center.  I was originally going to try to get to National Archives, but was running so behind, I decided to hoof it in the snow from Metro Center to Woolly Mammoth Theatre, where the film auditions were being held.

I walked in with only 5 minutes to spare.  So NOT enough time to prepare as I like.  I am anal about punctuality.  I barely read through the first side, before I was called in to audition.  Now, in my opinion, I completely flubbed the audition for both films.  I was unfocused, not on my breath, blah blah blaaaah--patooey!  I walked away feeling like I could've kicked a paraplegic parakeet.

Fortunately for me, though, Stefan had seen some of my previous work. I received an email days later, offering me roles in both films.  What a relief! 

Work!

(Actors love that word.)

Work!

I hadn't done any film since "Too Saved," at the end of 2006, so it would be good to return to the camera.  Both films were shot within a couple of weeks, from the end of February to early March.  We had to completely reshoot several scenes from "Indigo Heart," because of a bootleg cinematographer.  They dropped him and hired Chad Cooper, the One-Man Band.  Then a couple of days before the "Shoestrings" shoot, I was offered to upgrade to the male lead which I gladly accepted.  (Then I realized there was no way I'd be fully memorized by the shoot date).  I literally was on set memorizing each scene before we shot it.



Lynn Bandoria and I in "When Life Gives You Shoestrings"



All in all, both shoots were incredibly fun!  These were the directors' first films, and both films have since gone on to several film festivals.  Very proud of those 2 gems.

This was also the year of my crazy hair phase.  After "Teddy Roosevelt" closed in January, I continued to let my little afro grow, but at the suggestion of my own mother, I stopped combing it.  I just let it be, in all of its Morgan Freeman/Don King naturalness.  I'm glad I did it, because for the few films that I did during that period, I think it added a little extra. . . quirk!

Add in the goatee, and I became what Sonal (the girlfriend) likes to refer to, as an "Amish wizard."



The Amish Wizard as Travis in "Indigo Heart"

June proved to be a great month.  A 3rd film popped up in 2010, "The New N Word." This short was directed by "Too Saved" alumnus, Sowande Tichawonna--another Howard graduate. 

Just like on January 1st, I found myself in another "full circle" moment.  The film also starred Rain Pryor ("Head of the Class"), daughter of the one and ONLY Richard Pryor.  As the son of a preacher, my parents forbade me to watch R-rated films as a child, but for some reason I remember seeing ALL of Richard Pryor's movies (save the stand-up concert films) at a young age.  Even my sanctified parents could not resist the pull of Pryor.  Beyond that, I was a fan of "Head of the Class."  It filled my head with ideas of what high school would be like, much like how "A Different World" prepared me for college.

*smirk*

Anyway, I always digress.  I got a chance to sit across from Rain and watch her work.  We had a scene, one-on-one.  It was the coolest.  The best part of it was that it didn't take long to realize that her father did not have to be who he was.  She alone was one of the coolest, most down-to-earth--hilarious--people I could've cared to work with.

To make matters even better, Erik Todd Dellums also stars in this film, as my best friend, Raymond.  To just have a chance to sit in his presence and hear his stories of "Homicide," "The Doors," "The Wire," and Hollywood in general made it all worth it.



Pictured with Rain Pryor in "The New N Word."



This was yet another experience that made me want to high-five God. (YOU ARE THE DIVINE ENTITY!)



Sonal trying to intimidate a statue in downtown Detroit



On a personal note: at the end of June, I flew out to Michigan to meet Sonal's parents for the first time.  The trip was spectacular!  They have such a beautiful home in West Bloomfield, which is about 30 miles outside of Detroit.  They are surrounded in nature and peace, so it made for such a nice get-away.  For a few days, I got to experience Indian food and culture.  Her father, a retired architect, showed me the Jain temple that he designed. I received a crash course in Jainism, as well.  On the day of my return, my flight was cancelled by DELTA (still a bit salty), so I had to stay an extra day.  I was actually happy to stay an extra day, because I really needed the vacation.  Sonal and I even managed to get in some quality time with the city of Detroit.

The final week of July, I found myself engaged in an incredible opportunity at the Kennedy Center.  Several local actors were asked to be a part of the MFA Playwrights workshop.  Several playwriting students from various universities across the nation had their plays workshopped by directors and actors, and at the end of the week--staged readings!  I was so enamored with the 2 pieces on which I got to work: "King Nigga" and "The Last Pair of Earlies."  Plus I got the chance to work with an old hometown girl, from Winchester, whose father owns the Afro-Centric clothing store, Jordan's, that I frequented as a teen and youngER man.



Sis. Gloria Lomax and Sis. Betty Williams of the Scott White Family.



Each year, during the 3rd week in August, is my time to reunite with my church family--from Pennsylvania to Virginia.  The 2nd National Ketoctan Baptist Association always convenes for a full week of worship and fellowship.  This year, we were in Winchester.  I was only able to make it from Friday through Sunday, but I have always always ALWAYS enjoyed attending, even when I was a kid who thought church was boring. There is just such a familial joy along with the praise and worship.  So much so that I'm always left with a void on those final Sundays, as the week comes to an end, and we all must part our ways.  I am thankful, though, that these days Facebook allows us to stay connected throughout the year, unlike in years past.

The very end of August began the rehearsal process for my one and only theatre production in 2010. . . BUNNICULA!  Directed by Nick Olcott at Imagination Stage, this family-friendly romp featured the talents of MJ Casey and Tia Shearer, as the 2 main characters.  I'd been wanting to work with MJ for years, so I was completely disappointed to find out he was such a jerk.

LOL! Jokes! 

Seriously, love that guy!  I really had a blast with the whole cast and crew.  The coup de gras had to be Josh Sticklin attempting to Roger Rabbit backstage, while the show was going on.  I had to flee through the backstage doors, before I burst into a fit of laughter which would've pissed MJ and Tia completely off, I'm sure. 

Here's video of Josh attempting the Roger Rabbit, after our last show.  (Fast forward until you get close to the end, before the 15 minute mark).

Somewhere around September, I decided to purchase a Playstation 3.  I had not had a gaming console in over a decade, so I had plenty of time to convince myself, "Hey! If I get a PS3, I'll probably just play a game here and there, but mostly I'll use it to watch blu-ray dvds."

WRONG!!!!!

Let's just say that by this point I am fully able to admit that I have a problem.  I'm exhibiting all signs of addiction.  Some days I lock myself in my room and just play. . . all day.

It started with the first "God of War."  Then came "God of War 2."  Defeated those, so then I went on to defeat:

Bioshock
Assassin's Creed
Unchartered: Drake's Fortune
Batman: Arkham Asylum

One of the first games I purchased back in September was "Dragon Age: Origins," a role-playing game, featuring dragons, dwarves, elves, rogues and mages.  Didn't take to it at first. Preferred all of the other games over it.  Then a few weeks ago, something clicked, and I fell head-over-heels in love with the game.  After playing it for 3 months, the seemingly infinite possibilities that your character is allowed suddenly struck a chord in my heart.  Last week, I finally defeated the game with a Level 21 Human Mage, that I named "Tinsdale."

The day after, I was right back at it with a female Dwarf Rogue, named "Fera."  She's now Level 10, but we are making our way back through Ferelden for a 2nd go-round.

Other games that I am currently enganged in:

Assassin's Creed II
Borderlands
God of War 3
Civil War: Secret Missions

Just ordered "Dragon Age: Awakening".  I got it BAD.

Oh, I do watch blu-ray dvds too.  I just watched "Kick Ass" last night, as I took a break in between games.

Recently, I asked for prayer for a cousin of mine, Larry Carter.  He's a 21 year old father of one, with another only a couple of months away.  A couple of weeks ago, he fell asleep at the wheel and was in a serious accident.  Did quite a bit of damage to his spine, but he's alive.  He's in INova Fairfax Hospital.  I've gone up to see him on several occasions and he's making progress daily.  His father, Larry, is sparing no expense to make sure that "Little Larry" receives the best care possible.  We've always called him "Little Larry," but the irony of it, now, is that he stands at 6'6".  Probably the tallest member of our family.

At this point, we do not know if he will be wheelchair bound or if he'll regain full function of his limbs.  We just want God's will to be done.  He seems to have a motivation to heal.  So please continue to pray for him and for our family.

Looking back at 2010 has made me realize once again how truly blessed I am. I do what I love.  I'm surrounded by the people and a God that I love.  I just hope that I can continue to let people know how much they mean to me.

I took on a project back in February, called "Making History," which highlighted various members of the local theatre and film community--one per day.  It ran on Facebook from February through September (with a break in April).  I learned so much about the people in our community. If no one else was blessed, I sure was. 

Also on Facebook, as I'm sure with many of you, came many surprises.  Many old friends--some that I thought I'd never see again, re-emerged.  For that, Facebook, thank you.

2011 holds some promise.  I have 2 film projects lined up.  One is a short, directed by Demetrius Parker, Sr., called "The Favor," a sharp comedy dealing with 2 best friends and race.  The 2nd film project is a feature--the 2nd feature from Nubia Filmworks, "Nocturnal Agony," starring Deidra Lawan Starnes as the lead.  The film will also feature many actors from Nubia's first film, "Too Saved," and actors, Vernee Watson-Johnson ("Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" and "Welcome Back, Kotter") and Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs ("Cooley High" and "Welcome Back, Kotter").

I'm itching for the next theatre project, so stay tuned for that. 

I know in reflecting over the past year, I've forgotten something, so don't be surprised if there's a follow-up blog entry. . . or two.  . . or three, maybe.

Peace and love in the New Year!

15 Years Ago. . .

Rockin' my Million Man March t-shirt 2 years after the event

My Junior year at Virginia Commonwealth University, Richmond, VA.  I was in rehearsals for Moliere's "The Misanthrope," directed by the late Dr. Kenneth Campbell, a towering, gray-haired, liberal Scotsman, that I grew to love and respect during my years at VCU.  I'd been hearing for quite some time of the upcoming Million Man March that was to take place on October 16, 1995, on the Mall in Washington, DC, but being a good student/actor, I didn't want to miss a day of classes and rehearsal, so I'd resolved not to make an effort to attend.

However, it was about a week before the big event, and the VCU Chapter of the NAACP started advertising that a bus would be going from VCU to DC on that day.  Students only had to pay $15.  That thing marinated in my spirit for days!  Could I afford to miss a day of classes and rehearsal?  As the deadline approached to pay the $15, the answer became "yes."  This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

So I moseyed over to the NAACP office on campus and paid my money.  Received my receipt, which I still keep in a scrapbook today.

I remember how nervous I was approaching Dr. Campbell and our stage manager in order to ask permission to miss a day of rehearsal.  Dr. Campbell gave me his blessing.  He said that he knew how important the event was, but when I returned I had to make sure I didn't fall behind.

The bus was going to depart around 3AM from the VCU Campus, on the morning of the 16th.  So I made a real effort to go to bed by 8PM the night before.  I think I tossed and turned mostly.

On the bus, I recognized a couple of classmates from Dr. W. Avon Drake's Civil Rights Movement course that we were taking that semester, Todd and Tee.  Todd had some friends with him.  We all basically formed our MMM group.  On the bus, also, was a young beautiful brown-skinned freshman girl, named Felicia.  She decided to go alone.  We struck up conversation, so she joined in our group.  She had a very quiet disposition about her, which I liked. 

When the bus arrived in DC, the sun was just starting to reveal a few rays over the horizon.  We walked close enough to the where the multi-faith prayers would be taking place at the start of the event.  The night time was sluggishly making its exit, and the streets were PACKED. Brothers were everywhere, smiling, meeting, greeting:

"Hey brothers! Where you from? We just got in from Detroit!"

"God bless you, Brothers!"

"Peace be with you all!"

It was a beautiful mayhem.

Felicia and I stood, awaiting the opening prayers.  I found out that she was the youngest of nine children, and that she was from Norfolk.  Finally the prayers happened, and daytime started to take over.  Our group decided to take a walk around this sea of people.  We noticed that there weren't just Black men present, but women too--White men and women--Latino, Asian. . . and it was all love. 

We were tired, hungry, and chilly, so we walked into the Air and Space Museum.  We went into one of the auditoriums, just so that we could sit down--and catch a quick, warm nap.  Then I think we just roamed about the Mall for the rest of the day, pausing to listen to certain speakers.  While roaming we ran into August Moon, an outspoken, local Richmond cable-access celebrity, who gave us an enthusiastic greeting.  And later, I ran into Mr. Frederick Jordan, who owns and runs a men's clothing store in Winchester, VA.  He was the only Black business owner in the area, who catered to the community.  When he first opened, I was in high school.  I used to purchase all of my medallions and Afrocentric t-shirts from him.  Plus he just always had uplifting conversation.  I was very surprised and happy to run into him at this March. 

(For those in the DC theatre community, if you saw "Eclipsed" at Woolly Mammoth Theatre, his daughter, Ayesha Ngaujah, was in that show.)

Finally, we had to board the bus around 6PM, just as Minister Louis Farrakhan--the mastermind behind the whole event--was about to take stage.  I was sad about having to leave at that point, but we'd had a full day.  I remember nothing after departing.  I wasn't drunk or anything--probably just passed out.

Felicia and I went a few times over the next couple of years--even after I graduated, we went out a couple of times.  Nothing serious ever came about, and we eventually lost touch, but she was a very sweet person.

As far as I was concerned, the March was a success.  I know people were very skeptical and still to this day, I hear a lot of cynicism.  There was no way one march could've solved the deep-seated issues of our community and country, but if only to gather hundreds of thousands together for a day of peace and love, then I'd say it was a success.

The spirit of that day still stays with me.  Hard to believe it was 15 years ago.

Happy anniversary to my Brothers!

FINISH HIM!

The LAST time I bought a gaming console was during freshman year of college. I remember going into a Kay Bee Toy Store at a mall in Richmond, VA--possibly Cloverleaf, but that cannot be verified at this time--and dropping over 100 bones for it, but walking away with a great sense of elation.  Freshman and sophomore years were filled with many nights of Mortal Kombat 2 tourneys in my dorm room.  Then I remember being hooked on Super Mario World.  The ultimate addiction came during my Senior year, when my homeboy, Rashad, let me borrow the latest incarnation of the Legend of Zelda.  I think I hibernated for a week in my dorm room.  Even skipped some classes.  I sometimes wonder now if my acting suffers today, because I missed some valuable lessons during that Zelda binge.

After defeating Zelda, things started to go downhill. I became bored with the SNES.  Life was on the verge of turning a new page.  "Real life" loomed on the outside of the dorm walls.  Graduation drew near.

In 1997, I resolved to give up buying the latest greatest game consoles, because they would just continue to upgrade every year, and that was a habit I couldn't afford.

So I took up smoking.

No, I didn't.

I did watch as the game consoles evolved over the years. The controllers became more complex, developing more buttons than any one individual has fingers. The graphics went from Pong to Final Fantasy.  When feeling brave, I'd even vie for an opportunity to lose at Madden (insert early 2000's) to a friend or little cousin.

Then came the PlayStation 3, in all of its sexiness--Blu-Ray DVD player, Netflix Streaming, Internets, Blu-Ray DV--I already said that. I resisted it for too long.  Finally last week, it got the best of me.  I have Target in Fair Lakes to thank for having 1 console left.  I have always loved fantasy/adventure games, so I got the "God of War" Collection, which has the 1st 2 games.  Then a couple of days ago, I stopped at Game Stop (appropriately named) in Vienna, and accidentally walked out with 2 more games on purpose--after paying, of course.  "Mortal Kombat vs. DC Universe" and "Fight Night Round 3."

I've already been sucked into "God of War." I just played "MK vs. DCU" for the first time yesterday.  I played FNR3 after I bought it.

I can feel my world shifting again.

When I sleep, I dream of "X, X, ^, O" combinations.  R2+O. L1, L1, X.

If I disappear, just have my roommate check my room.  I could very well be overdosing on the beautiful sound of "LIU KANG WINS!"

Pray for me, Church!