A long time ago, when my eldest son, Dash Riprock, was knee high to a grasshopper, he decided that he was going to be a Power Ranger..........and this wasn't much of a surprise to me and Supernurse since he was crazy about the Power Rangers. He had all of the toys and would watch every episode on the television each day. What DID surprise us was the one day we could not find him anywhere.........he went missing! Needless to say, we were all frightened and worried and we searched everywhere trying to find him. Our efforts failed and he was nowhere to be found........except........thank God.....that night we got a phone call from the security people at Baltimore-Washington Airport. They said "We have a little boy here that wanted to get on a plane to Los Angeles." Huh? Jesus God! My kid?.......yep......MY kid.
Apparently, MY kid actually had called a cab to come pick him up and take him from our house to the airport. Hmmmmm......you gotta wonder why the cab driver didn't question this. Anyway, we immediately drove to the airport to retrieve our child. Anger and relief.............whew! Why?.....son....why?.........what were you doing? That's when he told us that he was going to Los Angeles to be a Power Ranger. Most kids have dreams.......and alot of parents have nightmares.
Years and years went by.......and the Power Ranger incident was somewhat forgotten about........until my son, now in his twenties, began getting parts on HBO's The Wire. Gee........if he can't go to Los Angeles.........he found a way to be involved in Hollywood right here in Baltimore. I mentioned previously on the blog about his involvement with the Commander In Chief television program. Somehow, he manages to get himself in the majority of flims that are shot in this area.
When you see stuff like this boarded up house in the ghetto, you can't imagine any value to it. 99.9% of those that pass by, this is hell.....and way too dangerous ground to tread. This is East Baltimore............drug dealers on every corner........crime at every turn.........bullets flying........murders and more murders. Filth. For some reason, though, one of those Hollywood people had a use for it. This neighborhood would be perfect to substitute for Manchester, England. Huh? You gotta be kidding me. How could any place in England be anything as low as East Baltimore?
My son tells me he would have to come to this neighborhood because he was going to be in a new movie directed by Ridley Scott. Ridley Scott?............didn't he make Alien? What kind of movie is this? Who is in it? What is it about? So my son decides to take me in town to go see where they would film.
To my son...........keep at it...........you have done me proud...........everything you accomplish, I accomplish...........and without you, my dream would be lost.
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