Dennis Gelbaum's Posts - CrimeSpace2024-03-28T23:58:27ZDennis Gelbaumhttp://crimespace.ning.com/profile/DennisGelbaumhttp://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/60996891?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1http://crimespace.ning.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=1lwycf7w0evbi&xn_auth=noDennis Gelbaum Is One Of "50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading'!tag:crimespace.ning.com,2010-10-12:537324:BlogPost:2526312010-10-12T18:00:00.000ZDennis Gelbaumhttp://crimespace.ning.com/profile/DennisGelbaum
<font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Dennis Gelbaum, the author of Beyond Reasonable Doubt, a character driven, mystery-thriller with more twists and turns than a double helix - is featured in 50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading, by Danielle Hampson & Don McCauley, and published by THE AUTHORS SHOW. "This is the show's first book compiling some of the best guests who have appeared on both its online radio and TV versions of the show."…</span></font><br></br>
<font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Dennis Gelbaum, the author of Beyond Reasonable Doubt, a character driven, mystery-thriller with more twists and turns than a double helix - is featured in 50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading, by Danielle Hampson & Don McCauley, and published by THE AUTHORS SHOW. "This is the show's first book compiling some of the best guests who have appeared on both its online radio and TV versions of the show."</span></font><br/>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Dennis Gelbaum is also the author of 'Something About Going Home', a book of poetry with illustrations by Christina Qualiana and is presently the CEO, Managing Partner of ramp it up entertainment.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">After conducting hundreds of interviews, it became very apparent that the number one issue common to most writers is the marketing of their books, rather than the writing and the production of the book itself.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">As "THE AUTHORS MARKETING POWER HOUSE", The Authors Show prides itself in giving authors a number of tools, many of which are free, to give their work the exposure they need. 50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading, gives these writers an added element for their book marketing campaign tool box, and presents to the reader some of the best writers this new world of publishing has to offer.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Hundreds of thousands of books are written and published every year. Each represents months, years - perhaps decades of arduous effort on the part of the author of that book. Though nearly all of these authors hope to achieve success, how that success is defined is specific to every individual writer.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading offers the stories of fifty such authors. As guests of The Authors Show, they have willingly bared their writer's souls to the world. Here you will find amazing stories of success and dismal tales of failure. You will hear narratives of dreams achieved and stories of hopes dashed. Above all you will hear, from the mouths of these writers, what it means to become a successful author.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Whether you are just starting down the path to becoming a published author or have been a writer for many years, you will find much of interest here. Though it may not appear to be so, the fifty people within were not chosen because they demonstrated extraordinary writing skill, used well-crafted phrases or achieved phenomenal sales. Instead the people within were chosen for their ability to verbalize their deep love for their craft, for the inspirational ideas they offer and, in some cases, for the sheer determination that caused them to become one of 50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">AUTHORS FEATURED IN 50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Art Adkins, Greg Allen, Billy Arcement, Beatrice Toney Bailey, Shobhan Bantwal, Jef Benedetti, Michelle Bersell, Rowena Cherry, Vera Jane Cook, Glen Copple, Chelle Cordero, Sandy Cropsey, Dane Cunningham, Aisha Curry, Christy Tillery French, Gene Garrison, Dennis Gelbaum, Kenneth Golde, Madeleine Herrman, Jessica James, Ken Jensen, Carl Jenks, Chloe Jon Paul, Mark David Gerson, J. Y. Jones, Sandra Bell Kirchman, Michael Kleiner, Jeff Knott, Mabel Leo, Sandy Lo, Alex Marcoux, Nancy Mehagian, John Meacham, Erica Miner, Ric Morgan, Robert Mottram, Carmen Navarro Talavera, Darden North, MD, Derek Randel, Alice Rene, Mary Paulson, Steven Rigolosi, Michael Rushnak, Frank Say, Paula Davies Scimeca, Debra Solice, Lois Stern, Janet Smith Warfield, Linda S. Thompson, Patricia Weber, L. Diane Wolfe, Traci Hall.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I began writing – mostly short stories and poetry – when I was about ten years old. I was a fan of biographies and I loved reading about history. I had a knack for putting a great story together and I had a wonderful imagination. Writing provided me with a way to tell my stories.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I loved it when family and friends would read my stories. Sometimes they would laugh. Sometimes they would cry. I felt inspired and motivated when I connected with someone through my writing. It’s that connection that I enjoy most – and the process of writing actually entertains me. That’s why I continue to write. I enjoy putting the pieces of the puzzle together, creating engaging characters, putting them in fantastic locations and I like to hear my characters talk – that’s why my novel is full of dialogue. I try to make fiction read like non-fiction. If I can make you think for one moment that what you are reading is real – than I have accomplished what I set out to do.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Everyone who has read my novel, ‘Beyond Reasonable Doubt’ all agree it is a big movie idea – questioning the validity of DNA Profiling. And that was exactly my motivation. I wanted to write a book that could be turned into a movie. I think I have done that.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">My poetry - ‘Something About Going Home’ - is a collection of very personal thoughts on relationships, love, fantasies, dreams, sex, drugs, war and god. I reveal a lot of myself in each poem and the illustrations offer up a unique – the illustrator’s - Christina Qualiana – interpretation of what she read. (She read each poem only once before providing me with an illustration.)</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I give up a lot of myself in everything I write. I am the main character in my novel. The challenge in both cases was to find an agent and/or a publisher for my work. I eventually decidedto self publish – because I got anxious and wanted to see my books printed.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I think completing my books and having them published was my greatest victory – so far. Having my book turned into a movie and winning an Academy Award is a victory still not realized.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I like books that I can ‘see’. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown is a great example. I saw Robert Langdon and Sophie Neveu clearly and they worked for me on many levels. I like character driven stories, so developing the story and the characters is the most important thing I do. When I develop the story correctly, it all seems to make sense. If it doesn’t make sense, than I go back and rethink and rewrite until it does make sense. The story is the most important thing. I was able to tell the story to others in about ninety seconds. That was good. That convinced<br/>
me I had a solid story.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="4"><span style="font-family: Arial;">If I could meet up with Hemingway in Key West, that would be a fantastic lunch. We could sit on the dock and watch the sun set .All my characters are based on someone I knew, know, met or read about. I enjoy writing the dialogue more than doing the research. I usually write in the morning, do research in the afternoon and write in the evening. Once I am in the writing zone, I write and write and<br/>
write. And that’s the best advice I can give to any author – write, write, write and then write some more.</span></font></p>Chapter One of 'Beyond Reasonable Doubt' by Dennis Gelbaumtag:crimespace.ning.com,2010-10-11:537324:BlogPost:2525332010-10-11T14:10:39.000ZDennis Gelbaumhttp://crimespace.ning.com/profile/DennisGelbaum
<font size="3">Each Monday, for the next five Mondays, I will be posting a chapter from my novel, 'Beyond Reasonable Doubt'. I look forward to reading your comments.<br></br><br></br>CHAPTER 1
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desk, relaxing, daydreaming, and looking out the window. Our neighbor's always annoying, white and brown cat had just passed by, not a care in the world. She acted like she owned the place. Three squirrels were looking for food. The fat one came up to the window and stared at me. I stared…</font>
<font size="3">Each Monday, for the next five Mondays, I will be posting a chapter from my novel, 'Beyond Reasonable Doubt'. I look forward to reading your comments.<br/><br/>CHAPTER 1
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desk, relaxing, daydreaming, and looking out the window. Our neighbor's always annoying, white and brown cat had just passed by, not a care in the world. She acted like she owned the place. Three squirrels were looking for food. The fat one came up to the window and stared at me. I stared back, growled and barked like a dog. He ran off, laughing at me. I remembered his brother, who not long ago had caused a power failure on our street. The squirrel had obviously climbed onto a transformer looking for food and touched a high voltage conductor and a grounded portion of the transformer at the same time, electrocuting him. It was funny at the time. Not so funny now. <br/><br/>The trees were bare.
Winter had set in. There was a light dusting of fresh snow on the lawn, covering the ice that had been there for weeks. The sky was blue, the sort of blue you get on a cold, crisp winter day in the Northeast. A photographer's dream shot. It's the kind of day you just want to spend in bed with a bowl of fancy, whole cashews, a good book, the newspaper, your IPOD, your most favorite person or dog. You know the kind of day I am describing. We all look forward to just this kind of day with great anticipation. And when it does come along, something always comes up and we never get to enjoy it. I woke up thinking today was going to be that kind of day. I was totally prepared to do nothing.<br/><br/>But, something came up, as it always does. And my plans changed. So much for doing 'nothing' today.I was in Key West the
last time I enjoyed a day with absolutely nothing to do. I was sitting in an outdoor café on Mallory Square, watching the sun setting into the Gulf of Mexico. I had just finished a pound of peel and eat shrimp, twenty large sweet and succulent Key West Pinks that were served with an incredible, homemade, spicy cocktail sauce. My companion was enjoying Conch Fritters with her Key Lime Pie Martini - Absolute Citron, Liquor 43, Lime Juice and fresh cream with Graham Cracker Crust. We snuggled and people watched for what seemed like hours. The street performers and their interaction with the tourists made for great entertainment. <br/><br/>I love Key West. It is
such a unique place and I could really appreciate why Ernest Hemingway felt so at home in his house on Whitehead Street. Hemingway would say, <span style="color: black;">"It’s the best place I’ve ever been anytime, anywhere, flowers, tamarind trees, guava trees, coconut palms..."</span> <span style="color: black;"><br/><br/>When I'm not sunset watching, you could usually find me at the Dennis
Pharmacy Luncheonette. It's said that Jimmy Buffet wrote "Cheeseburger in Paradise" at the Dennis Pharmacy. They were best known for their wonderful conch chowder, peccadillo and Cuban sandwiches. Along with the great food you could rub elbows and chat with visiting celebrities and with the locals. Not to long ago, the original Dennis closed and relocated in Bahama Village, at Henrietta's Art of Baking, on Petronia Street. The location has changed but the food is still great. Trust me, even though we don’t know each other that well, trust me. When in Key West, visit the Dennis.</span><br/><br/>Although I tend to enjoy full service resorts when I can and when they
are available, staying at a local Bed and Breakfast just makes sense when visiting Key West. My favorite, The Blue Parrot Inn, is an authentically historic Key West House, located on Elizabeth Street. Each day starts with a simple, complimentary poolside breakfast. Coffee, tea and juice are available every morning along with English muffins, bagels with all the fixings and fresh <span style="color: black;">pastries brought in each morning from a local bakery. The gardens are exotic. The pool is heated. And two cats, Mel and Truffles, protect the property and the guests. The Blue Parrot Inn is truly a slice of heaven.</span><br/><br/>I read the letter from
Jason over and over again. The letter was very compelling and I was flattered that he had reached out to me and asked for my help. He wanted me to help tell his story. He felt he had a lot left to say and it was time to say it. He also knew that this was his time and that people would still be interested because there were so many people still fascinated by everything that had happened. <br/><br/>He had been offered
tons of money to tell his story, on a variety of talk shows, to magazines, newspapers, and even major motion picture studios had come a knocking on his door, but he had refused. Now for some reason, he had decided it was time to tell his side of the story. I thought most of it had already been told. Not much time had passed since the trial had ended and Jason got all his money from his mother's estate and the insurance policies. I couldn’t understand what Jason thought he might accomplish by telling his story. <br/><br/>I was there in person
for a lot of it and for what I missed, believe me when I tell you, there was no shortage of information available on the internet, nightly broadcasts, just about every where you looked. I wasn't sure there was much more to tell or if there was anything left worth telling. I also wasn't sure if anyone really cared about Jason and his story. I really didn’t care that much about it. But I knew if I could find an interesting angle, twist, turn, reveal something cool, maybe it might excite me and I could get you excited about it.<br/>
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about the money anymore. He had plenty of money. More than plenty. He didn't want to be exploited, nor did he want anyone else to benefit from the telling of his story. He wanted to make sure that he told his story before someone wrote an unauthorized biography or tried to tell the story without his cooperation. He just wanted an opportunity to set the record straight. At least that's what he said. I wasn't really sure of his true intentions. I also wondered why he didn’t just go away. It would have been better for everyone if he just disappeared. I mean really, aren’t you sick and tired of seeing OJ's face in the news? C'mon, go and hide away in a cave somewhere. That was my best advice for Jason. But he didn’t take any advice from me. In the end, or maybe right from the start, as I said, I was flattered, sort of, to be asked to participate. I never anticipated how deeply involved I was going to get. I never anticipated how this project was going to change my life.<br/>
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recent book, "Something About Going Home", he said he was touched in many ways, loved the poetry and the original illustrations by Christina Qualiana. He especially liked the poem about my father and this one in particular:<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b><br/></b></span></font><br/>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The police needed a conviction</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">or at least enough time to get one.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">One could say it runs in the family.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Jason wanted to know more about where I was, emotionally, when I wrote this poem. What was my motivation? What was my inspiration? What was I thinking? What was I feeling? What provoked me to write what I did? <span style="color: black;">When I was younger, I would read a book, a short story or a poem and wonder how did the writer, the author, think that stuff up? And I often wished I could have had the opportunity to chat with the writer and learn more about their process.When an actor acts, you can see it in their face, in the way their body moves in relationship to others. Their performance goes way beyond the words. But a writer works alone, sitting in front of a typewriter, a computer screen and keyboard or a blank piece of paper. I get excited just participating in the thought process.</span></span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">In my book of poetry, I provided <span style="color: black;">insight into my inner thoughts that surrounded my writing. I thought this was a very unique approach and a feature that provided the reader with insight into me, the author, which they would otherwise never be exposed to. I knew it made me vulnerable, but I was willing to expose myself for the sake of selling a few more books. Although I thought it was a good and original approach, it didn’t help sell any books. That was a big disappointment for me. I was told it was difficult to sell poetry books. I was told that the price of my book was too high. I wasn't willing to change anything. The poetry was brilliant and the illustrations were fantastic. Really incredible! I convinced myself that the most important thing I could do was to get it published. And I did. I thought I knew better than everybody else. Obviously, I didn't. I don’t.</span></span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;">Jason said he often felt the same way. He was reaching out to me and trying to connect on many levels. I am not that complicated of a person and I was receptive to the idea of us working together. I was looking for another project, so his timing could not have been more perfect.</span></font></p>
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published author of poetry, I still didn't think I was really qualified to write this story. I had taken a few journalism and introductory writing courses while attending American University in Washington, D.C., but nothing had really prepared me for this kind of exercise and journey. I didn’t think I really had the right experience or skill set to do this properly or do it justice, no pun intended. But I thought, why not give it a try. I figured if I could get Jason to sit down in front of an audio recorder, he might 'write' the entire book.The story is more than fascinating and it really tells itself. But you can be the judge and the jury and the pun is intended.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">I came along with no preconceived notions as to where we would go and how the story would unfold. I was also open to the idea of reaching out to another writer, with more, applicable experience, to help me put the story together in a form that would make sense to everyone. Yes, I also thought it would be important to do that to make the book as commercial as possible. The idea of course was to sell the most books. I even toyed with the idea of contacting James Patterson, who I had worked with (actually, worked for) briefly when I was a very junior copywriter at J. Walter Thompson, a New York advertising agency. But I knew he wouldn't remember me and between his book writing, TV series and movie deals, he was probably way to busy. And to be honest, I have never read any of his books.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I had been a good friend with Rickey, Jason's father. Rickey and I took Hebrew lessons at a <span style="color: black;">synagogue</span> on the Grand Concourse in the Bronx and had our Bar Mitzvah on the same day. I never told my mother that one day, when visiting Yankee Stadium, I had run into my Rabbi and he was eating a non-kosher hot dog! With that information, my Grandmother would have certainly <span style="color: black;">questioned the validity of his rabbinical credentials.</span> </span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Rickey and I frequently sneaked into the Paradise Theater, one of the greatest movie theaters ever, to watch the newest movies. I remember the cast iron seats covered in red velour, goldfish ponds in the lobby, the night sky with twinkling stars and slow moving <span style="color: black;">clouds gliding by in the balcony, the intricate carvings on the ceiling, the Baroque Italian garden, the sweeping staircase and the elegant rest rooms on the upper floor. And the Paradise Theater, located in the Bronx, wasn't just for films, stars like Bob Hope, Milton Berle, George Burns and many others, performed on its stage and many Bronx high school and college students received their diplomas there. I didn’t attend my high school graduation. I graduated in January, not June, and rushed to start college. Looking back, that was a mistake. They just keep coming.</span></span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;">We played softball at Harris Field, named after Father John Joseph Harris. Father Harris,<br/>
a native of Yonkers, NY, had dedicated much of his life to working with youth. On June 8th, 1937, while on a field trip with a group of children at Bear Mountain State Park, he died from a heart attack. Though Harris’s sojourn in the borough was brief, he left such a strong impression in the Bronx that in 1940 the City Council named this park in his honor. Harris Park, part of the Jerome Park complex, was previously owned by Leonard Walter Jerome, the maternal grandfather of Winston Churchill. He operated the Jerome Park Racetrack there from 1866 to 1889.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;">There were four baseball diamonds, two softball diamonds, fields for football and other sports, and a sitting area. In 1961 the field house, with its lockers, bathrooms, and showers, was opened. The park’s neighbors include Lehman College to the south (originally built as Hunter College), the Bronx High School of Science to the north and the subway yards of the Lexington Avenue Line of the Interborough Rapid Transit.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3">I was a great third baseman and could hit the long ball. I practiced with my friend Allan for <span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;">hours at a time. Alan would hit me sharp, hard grounders and line drives and I would field them all cleanly. I also pitched, but I really enjoyed playing in the field. I pitched a no-hitter in junior high, one of the first no-hitters on record and my coach, the school's choir teacher, didn’t even realize what I had accomplished. The other team confirmed I had pitched the no-hitter and the teams' coach said he would notify the Athletic Commission. I thought I would get an award or something, but that never happened. I didn’t even keep the ball. Two days later, in another game, I gave up eleven runs on nine hits to one of the weakest teams in the league. That was embarrassing. I figured I only used up five minutes of my fifteen minutes of fame.</span></font></p>
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Ricky was fast, one of the fastest kids I ever saw. He played centerfield and a ball never got <font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;">by him. He was a finesse player, hitting the ball where the other team wasn't. He was always good for a single or double and often just kept running towards third base. Never stopping to look where the ball was coming from. He just ran and ran. He was fun to watch. Ricky was one of those kids that all the parents liked. But that's because they didn’t know him, like the other kids did. Ricky was a troublemaker and a real smart ass. He could sit on an ice cream and tell you if it was chocolate or vanilla. But Ricky never got caught doing anything wrong. Ricky was a good-looking kid, and he knew it. People would always say that with Ricky's good looks and charm, he could get away with murder.</span></font><br/>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;">After a softball game, no matter who won or lost, Ricky and I would lead the group to Jahn's Old Fashioned Ice Cream Parlor (off of East Kingsbridge Road) and share The Kitchen Sink, a dessert that had a little bit (more like a lot) of everything including twenty flavors of ice cream and eleven toppings. The Kitchen Sink serves eight, but to be honest, no matter how hard we tried, and we tried, no matter how many there was of us and there were many, we were never able to finish The Kitchen Sink.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;">I had my first ice cream soda at Jahn's. I had my first chocolate egg cream at The Village<br/>
Green on the Grand Concourse. And before I go any further, I have to tell you about the chocolate egg cream. Despite its name, an egg cream contains neither eggs nor cream. The basic ingredients are milk, seltzer, and chocolate syrup. It is traditionally made in a small Coke-style glass. And true New Yorkers insist that it is not a classic egg cream without Fox's U-Bet Chocolate Syrup.</span></font></p>
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I recently ordered a chocolate egg cream at the famous Carnegie Deli in NY and noticed <font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;">they were not making my chocolate egg cream with Fox's U-Bet Chocolate Syrup. When I pointed that out to my server, he looked at me like I was crazy. I was sure he spit in my chocolate egg cream when I wasn't looking. But I would never know. He would never admit it, that's for sure. I didn't tip him very well. And I was very disappointed in the chocolate egg cream.</span></font><br />
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;">In the early 1900s, Fox's U-Bet Chocolate Syrup was created. And according to the cookbook called 'The Brooklyn Cookbook', by Lyn Stallworth and Rod Kennedy Jr., "You absolutely cannot make an egg cream without Fox's U-Bet." The cookbook refers to Fox's grandson, David, for the story of the syrup's name: "The name 'U-Bet' dates from the late-'20s, when Fox's grandfather got wildcatting fever and headed to Texas to drill for oil. 'You bet' was a friendly term the oilmen used. His oil venture a failure, he returned to the<br/>
old firm, changing Fox's Chocolate Syrup to Fox's U-Bet. He said, 'I came back broke but with a good name for the syrup,' his grandson relates."</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;">It is perfectly proper to gulp down an egg cream. In fact, an egg cream will lose its white,<br/>
foamy head (that's probably where the egg in the egg cream legend originates from) and become flat if it is not enjoyed immediately. If you put a scoop or two of ice cream in a chocolate egg cream, add some whipped cream and place a cherry on top, you got yourself an ice cream soda. There was nothing I enjoyed more. Of course, I had other favorites. When I was growing up in the Bronx, lunch at the Village Green would include a cherry coke in a tall glass with ice and a cheeseburger deluxe which came with crispy, French fries, Cole slaw and a sour pickle.</span></font></p>
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Ricky and I had our first sexual experience with Evelyn, the daughter of my apartment <font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;">building's superintendent. We used to have sex with her in my apartment before my mother got home from work. There was usually four or five of us taking turns having sex with Evelyn and watching for my mother to come up the street. When she was spotted, we knew we had to finish up and get out of the apartment. We would run down the stairs as she was in the elevator heading up towards to the fifth floor. This lasted about three months, until my mother caught on and one day and sent the elevator up empty, as she waited for us in the lobby. When we burst out of the staircase door and into the lobby, she stood there, motionless. She didn't have to say a word, we knew she got us and she got us good. That was the last I ever saw of Evelyn. I wrote my first short story about Evelyn, 'In The Lion's Den', the 'Den' referred to me and I thought that was very clever. I shared a copy of it with the guys and even got a copy to Evelyn. I heard she liked it.</span></font><br/>
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liked Hope, but had a crush on her friend, Suzanne. I don’t think either one of us ever got to her. I know I didn't and I'm pretty sure Ricky didn’t either. I haven’t spoken to Ricky in decades. The last I heard he had moved to South Florida and was a General Contractor, building million dollar homes on the inter-coastal. He had always wanted to be a professional golfer, but I don’t think he was ever good enough to make it on the tour. I had heard he was on his fifth marriage. I have no idea what happened to Suzanne.</span></font><br />
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and my parents were best of friends. His grandmother and my mother attended Evander Childs High School together in the Bronx. (Located at East Gun Hill Road.) His grandfather and my father were in the service together. When I moved out of the old neighborhood (181st Street and Creston Avenue) and into the Riverdale section of the Bronx, (Johnson Avenue, just a few blocks south of the Monument), we all sort of grew <font size="3">apart. And when my father died and Ricky didn't show for the funeral, I sort of wrote him off. I needed my friends around and he was too busy. He never even called. That hurt me for years and I have never forgotten or forgiven many of those who did not attend. (Especially Robert and Michael.) I never cared that much about Ira not showing up, but I always wondered what ever happened to Rhonda?</font><br />
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">I had followed the Ruth Warren/Hal Warren case, as most of us had. Everywhere you looked, the story was front and center news. "Husband Brutally Kills Wife." It was the lead-in story on every newscast. XM Radio covered the trial live - exclusively. All the elements of a major feature film script were here, a horrific crime complete with a range of strange, engaging characters and twisting storylines. I was thinking Ridley Scott or Martin Scorsese would be perfect candidates to direct the movie based on my book. Sure it's Jason's story. But it's my book.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">As for characters, except for me, there aren’t many likeable characters in this story. (And that could be a problem for Hollywood.) I never intended to be a major character. I'm just the storyteller. The conduit. The tour guide. The messenger. And as far as the storyline goes, you can follow much of it without a problem, but there are lots of holes, and no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to fill 'em. And that's one of the biggest problems, challenges and opportunities I faced. How do I tell this story in a way that answers all of the questions? Maybe I can? Maybe I can't? Maybe no one will ever be able to figure it all out? Maybe we're not supposed to figure it all out? And if we don't figure it all out, I might have enough material left over for a sequel. Just so you know, if you are reading this, I am already working on the sequel. It's very cool. I have complete access to Senator Thayer<br/>
and his staff. All I can reveal to you at this point is that this man will not be denied what he believes is his, no matter what the cost.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">Everyone wanted to know how a "sane" man, Hal Warren, could do this to a woman, his wife, Ruth Warren, a woman he was supposed to be in love with? The sensational media<br/>
covered trial or should I say media circus event, became the focus of our daily discussion opportunities; around the dinner table, the water cooler, on the bus, the train, the plane, in the car and in bed. People who knew me would approach me, wanting to know the real dirt. They thought because I knew Jason and the family, that I was connected. But I was just like everybody else, I was mostly curious. Because of personal relationships, I had the ability to get inside and see what was going on for myself. That proved to be a tremendous advantage and probably got me invited to a few parties that I would not have ordinarily been invited to. There were times when I was almost a celebrity just because of my connection to Jason. I used people's perception of me to my advantage, opening up doors along the way. And why not?</font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">Photographs from the crime scene were everywhere, leaving nothing to the imagination. Hundreds of video and audio clips were put on the Internet every day. You can imagine the<br/>
impact the Internet had in spreading the stories surrounding this trial. It was truly amazing how the public could not get enough. This was the hottest of stories. And like the OJ trial, everyone involved became a celebrity. No matter how hard I tried, I could not stop from being caught up in the whirlwind that was created by the trial. When I saw my picture in People Magazine I was blown away.</font></p>
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<font size="3">Although he was often misquoted, Andy Warhol said it best; <span style="color: black;">"in the future everyone will be world famous for 15 minutes." Well, almost</span> every participant who wanted it, got his or her fifteen minutes (or more) of fame. From being a guest on nationally syndicated talk shows to hosting their own, albeit short-lived talk shows, I hadn't seen anything like this since the OJ trial. You do remember the OJ trial, don't you? If you read OJ's new book, "If I Did It, Here's How It Happened", I would prefer you not continue reading this book. Put it down. Give it away. Throw it away. Just don’t read this book. You are not worthy.</font> <br/>
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Did Simpson kill his ex-wife Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend Ron<br />
Goldman? I was not there so I don’t know for sure. And I never saw video from a security camera, heard testimony from an eyewitness or that OJ's fingerprints or DNA had been found at the scene <font size="3"><span style="color: black;">of the crime. There’s certainly a good chance Simpson may well be the perpetrator of that ghastly double homicide. And I believe he did it. But the glove didn’t fit so the jury didn't convict. I hate that line but I felt compelled to repeat it here.</span></font><br />
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<font size="3"><span style="color: black;"><br/>Like the OJ trial, the outcome of the Warren trial enraged many, pleased others and left no one with any sense of real comfort or the feeling that justice had been served. Similar to the emotions we all displayed and kept inside after the OJ verdict was read, many of us felt as if something was wrong, went wrong and we were powerless to do anything about it. There were those who believed that the jury was right and regardless of any new "evidence", the right man, Hal Warren, was convicted for killing his wife. The right man was going to spend the rest of his life in prison. He got what he deserved.</span></font> <br/>
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what and to whom and why.</span></font></p>
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Was Hal Warren framed for the murder of his wife? Up to this point, nothing I have seen, heard or read comes close to supporting that theory. All though, I have heard others talk about the possibility. And when they do, they always mention Jason as the mastermind behind the framework. It's almost as if they want Jason to be the mastermind. I'm not sure. Not yet anyway. Nothing I know about Jason makes me think he is that smart, or that angry or that capable. I just don’t see it. Maybe I am being naïve? It would make for a much <font size="3"><span style="color: black;">better story if it turns out that he did arrange for the murder of his mother to get his hands on the family fortune. But it creeps me out to think that it's true. <br/></span></font><br/>
<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3"><span style="color: black;">I want to be clear about this, unlike my thoughts about OJ; I believe Hal Warren did not commit the crime he was accused of committing. OJ got away with murder, a double murder. Hal Warren did not get away with anything. Hal Warren wasn't guilty of anything. He was married to Ruth Warren. He was not the biological father of Ruth's son. Ricky was. I throw this out, only to ask the question, what did Ricky have to gain if his ex-wife, Ruth Warren died? Did he have a motive to commit this crime or help Jason commit the crime? Did he have access to the money? Could they have done this together? Could someone I grewup with have committed such a horrible act? Shit, now I am freaking myself out.<br/>
I have got to find Ricky.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3"><span style="color: black;">In most criminal prosecutions where DNA evidence is utilized, the DNA evidence serves to corroborate, in a powerful manner, other circumstances pointing to the guilt of the accused. But in Hal Warren's case, there was no other corroborating evidence. No fingerprints were found at the crime scene. And that was very strange. No one questioned this at anytime before or during the trial. He lived in the house of the victim. He slept in the same bedroom as the victim. He used the same bathroom as the victim. Is it possible that Hal Warren<br/>
never missed the toilet bowl? How come his fingerprints were not found anywhere near the victim? No eyewitnesses saw Hal Warren commit the murder. No eyewitness saw Hal Warren anywhere, for that matter, when the murder was taking place. This all becomes even more important as this story unfolds. You might want to take notes. There will be quizzes throughout the reading of this story.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3"><span style="color: black;">I believed then, as I do now, that</span> DNA evidence, without corroborating evidence (fingerprints and/or an eyewitness) is not sufficient evidence to convict and that DNA evidence should not be used without other supporting evidence. I believe that DNA evidence in itself is not proof of one's guilt or innocence. <span style="color: black;">USCOM, the world's leading authority on DNA would have us believe otherwise. What do you think? What do you believe? I will help provide you with the information you need to make your mind up. That's part of my responsibility, to you, throughout this process.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">In the end, Jason got what he wanted. He inherited hundreds of millions of dollars from his mother's family estate. But at what cost? How many souls did he destroy along the way?<br/>
And was it worth it? I promised to keep an open mind, although I had my doubts. But I did want to find out the truth. And I was prepared to do as much research as I needed to do, to help provide me with a rock solid foundation of truth and fact. I wasn't looking to write a non-fiction review of the case, but I wanted to be clear on the facts and what part they played in the telling of this story.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">The truth always intrigued me. It was far more fascinating then a stack of lies. I hope you will keep an open mind as we journey through and try to make sense of this mess. I have read all the documents you will read throughout this book. Some of them are boring and go on and on and on and you'll ask yourself why did I include them all. I included them because Jason wanted me to read them and I thought you should read them too. I thought if I had to read them, I would make you read them. Jason believed they could help connect me to the story. I was never able to connect all the dots. The stories were somewhat interesting but often repetitive in content. I just thought they would make the book longer. I was so thrilled when I hit two hundred and eighty pages. I was glad you would be getting your money's worth.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;">As Jason left the courthouse, with his millions intact, the headlines referred to his victory as "the dance of death". The lead story that night on NBC News, "As we think about the impact on the new evidence that has come to light questioning the reliability of DNA testing and the DNA evidence produced at the trial, we are reminded that death lurks everywhere, everyday, just like in Holbein's 'dance of death'. We have embraced the double helix and now find ourselves looking into the crystal clear eyes of reasonable doubt. The controversy surrounding DNA is just beginning."</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">The millions of dollars came to Jason with an even bigger price tag. Somewhere along the way, the brutal murder of his mother, his father found guilty - commits suicide - then declared innocent of committing the murder, all became secondary issues. If you can believe it, the murder and suicide actually became non-issues. Everyone was so infatuated with who Jason was, what Jason was up to, what Jason might have done or did do or didn't do they lost focus on what was really important. Two people had died. One was murdered. The other one committed suicide while being in prison. Someone was responsible for all this. Was it Jason Warren? Who else could it be?</font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">Jason Warren was a really good-looking young man. He was often described as a real man's man and a ladies man at the same time. He wore his blond hair, often sun streaked, long. He was always naturally tan. He had a great smile, perfect skin and wore his six foot two frame well. And no matter what time it was, he always wore a five o'clock shadow. He was neat casual in his style and his uniform consisted of a pair of Wrangler Jeans, a black corduroy shirt, purple POLO socks, a pair of Bass loafers and <span style="color: black;">Ray-Ban Aviator Metal II Sunglasses. Jason wore gas permeable hard contact lenses to support his optical condition, Keriticonis,</span> that if not treated, could one day cause Jason to go blind. His right eye was worse than his left eye. Jason never wore jewelry. He was a tennis player, once being internationally ranked at number one hundred and forty four in the world. He also played racquetball religiously and enjoyed white water rafting trips with friends. He especially likes rafting down the Arkansas River in Colorado that provides <span style="color: black;">Class IV+ whitewater and travels through three unique canyons, Bighorn Canyon, Brown's Canyon and the Royal Gorge</span>. When you met Jason, you liked Jason. He disarmed you with his charm. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">What became important to those who played this human chess game, was how one could play, no that is too simple of a word - lets try manipulate, twist, turn, stretch, pulverize,<br/>
pull and distort the system - that's a better description. Jason had challenged the government in a huge way; the high priced experts, FBI profilers, DNA researchers, analysts and labs, the judicial system, the political system and he had won. None of us knew exactly what had happened, because at some point during the process, near the end, all of a sudden, the news stopped coming. Nothing. Not a word. It was as if someone pulled the plug, literally. Someone had shut the door tight. Air tight. One second we were all talking about the case and the next second, it was gone. A deal was struck. Silence was the payoff. Jason disappeared. I was left to tidy everything up, wrap it and tie a nice bow around it. I had still had so many questions. But when it was time for this to end. It ended. Just like that. It ended. New chapter.</font></p>
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know for sure was that Senator Thayer was going to be the next President of the United States and that USCOM was the biggest contributor to his campaign. For just about everyone, it would be business as usual. And for those of us who found ourselves connected throughout the trial and the process, we were cut off. We were all like junkies in search of our next fix. I had this feeling before, it was like when I needed to go to Harold's Deli in Edison, NJ and order a brisket sandwich on rye, a potato knish and a really thick chocolate shake. And I can't forget about their pickle bar, the world's largest pickle bar. Incredible. Just incredible. Look, we all have those feelings; there is no reason to make fun of mine. I would never make fun of yours. And I could. But I won't. I don't know you well enough to make fun of you. Not yet.<br/>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">Jason was no different than any of us. Wait a minute. That's really not true, although he tried to make it seem that way. He was different than most of us, thank god for that. Apparently, Jason wasn't quite finished. He hadn't had enough. He was now on a new mission and had invited me along. I invited you along. That's why were here together.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">When Jason reached out to me, I thought, through my connections and networking capabilities, maybe I could get a book deal out of it, a screenplay, at the very least, an article in the local newspaper? If nothing else, maybe I could find out the truth? What really happened? That would be a fascinating story to tell and that's what really interested me from the beginning. Now that would be cool. My friend Don had written a book, and I figured if he could do it, I could do it. So, why not? Then I thought, maybe I should be making a documentary of me writing this book? Maybe not!</font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">I told my mother I was writing a book with and about Jason and about the murder of his mother. She was really pissed off. "I hope he is paying you a lot of money" she remarked. I assured her, he was being very generous. She still wasn't happy about my new assignment. "Be careful", she said. I thought that was odd. She asked me if I had heard<br/>
from Ricky and I told her I hadn't. I hung up the phone and smiled. Although she was proud of my first book, she was never thrilled about the content. It was a bit risqué for her. She liked the illustrations though. I didn't know if she would feel any different about this book, so I decided to thank her in the dedication page. Call it a little guilt trip, an insurance policy. Sometimes you just have to do that for your mother, and for yourself.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: center;"><font size="3"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I Should Have, I Could Have</span><br/></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">As I sit here alone</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I remember us sitting together</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">the wind blowing through our hair</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">the grains of sand</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">slipping through our fingertips</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">splashes of purple and blue</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">and the reddish hue from the setting sun</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">the cool breeze off the timid water</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">the absence of a crowd.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">We were comfortable in each other's presence</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">sitting closely holding hands</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">enjoying subtle glances.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">I wanted to kiss you</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">but I didn’t want to spoil anything</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">so I didn’t.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">And I could have. And I should have.</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">But I didn’t want to spoil anything</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">so I didn’t!</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">And I could have. And I should have</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">But I didn’t want to spoil anything</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">so I didn’t!</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style=""><font size="3"><span style="font-family: Arial;">And the accompanying story behind the poem: <span style="color: black;">"Arthur introduced me to Brenda. She was beautiful, sophisticated, intelligent and sensitive. I fell in love instantly. I felt a connection with her soul the moment I looked into her eyes! We went to the Santa Monica Pier to play games, walk on the beach, and eat soft serve ice cream and freshly sliced and fried potato chips. The connection was so strong it was almost unbearable. Brenda made the first move and after watching the sunset over the pacific, we went back to her house. The closeness we felt, the feelings we experienced, the exploration of our bodies and our thoughts..."</span></span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">I knew one thing, I wasn't going to let Jason manipulate me into doing or saying anything I did not want to do or say. I was willing to go on this wild adventure, but I had set up some conditions that were non-negotiable. The biggest one, whatever came out of this exchange, I could and would tell it like it is, like it was. The story I was going to tell was going to be the truth as I saw it. No spins on the truth, just the truth, as I was about to uncover and reveal. The story told exactly as it happened. I was going to examine every detail, do exhausting and extensive research, evaluate every twist and turn, conduct interviews with the players<br/>
involved, travel the world and in the end, lose lots of sleep, eat some great food, gain some weight and probably start to drink and smoke. Yeah, I was really looking forward to this project - note the sarcasm.</font></p>
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review, all to be used to help clarify any misconceptions and close any loose ends. And Jason had promised he would be available to answer any of my questions, truthfully. We decided we would communicate on a regular basis through emails, instant messaging, through our SKYPE accounts and if necessary, the occasional cell phone call. We hadn’t set up a time or a schedule to meet in person. That would come later.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">Jason and I would probably not meet up in person, until the story was complete and the manuscript was ready to be presented to publishers. I promised to send Jason fifteen to twenty pages at a time, not for his approval, but to make sure I had not omitted any important facts. Jason, it appeared to me, was as concerned and as committed as I was, about telling the truth. But I wasn't sure that his truth was going to be the same as my truth. We did agree that whatever we did come up with was going to put an end to the story, a period at the end of a sentence. I felt this was a good plan and I was looking forward to setting the record straight. If I got a movie deal out of it, so much the better. A friend asked<br/>
me just the other day, who would be playing me in the movie. Of course my first reaction was that I would play myself. But then I realized that would never fly. Who then? Phillip Seymour Hoffman of course. I would make sure to get a walk on part, just because.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">Phillip Seymour Hoffman doesn’t look anything like me. But he is such a fantastic actor and I would be crazy not to attach him to the project. If I really had my way and could turn back the clock, I think Brian Dennehy in Blake Edwards' '10'. Brian played Donald, the bartender. He doesn't look like me either, but I loved him in that role. I see a lot of myself in him, and<br/>
that character.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">What I really hoped, was that I wasn't being played by an expert. I really wanted to believe him. As I stated earlier, it was agreed that I had the final say about content. And that was very important to me. If telling this story was going to have any real impact, I had to have credibility and I felt I could only have that if I had the final say. I didn't want anyone to challenge me in regards to what was the truth and what wasn't the truth.</font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">As I saw it, my biggest problem, was that I had to determine very early on who Jason really was. If he was anything like the media had made him out to be, he was a ruthless son of a<br/>
bitch who probably didn’t deserve to live. At the least, he should have been in jail for the rest of his life. Yeah, Senator Thayer made him a deal which kept Jason out of jail, allowed Jason to keep his money and paved the way for the Senator's race to the White House, but that didn’t change the facts. </font></p>
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<p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align: left;" align="left"><font size="3">And if just a little bit of what Jason, Jennifer Neal and Dennis and his team were going to expose about DNA and USCOM was true, don’t you think we should all know about it? I<br/>
would like to know about it. And I'm sure every defense attorney and prosecutor would like to know about it too. The difference is that I don’t have anything to gain by telling you the truth or not telling you the truth. I have no motive other than to write a great book about a story that will make a great movie. That's it. I don’t care about anything else. If I believe Jason did it, I will state that and prove it to you, if I can. If I believe Senator Thayer is guilty<br/>
of crimes that should prevent him from being the next president of the United States, I will get in front of the media and say so. That's my plan.</font></p>
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