FLIGHTS FROM THE
PAST
January 2, 2000 Click
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Rod in action at The Riverton Rendezvous, July 2001.
Photograph courtesy Jay Hagan.
A Thought for Today
A mutual transgression is the safest
secret in the world. And so it should be.
Rod is on the road for a
couple of weeks and will be back with you at the beginning of September.
Tickets on Sale for Rod’s Next
Performance!!!
ONE NIGHT ONLY!
Saturday November 10th, 2001 • 8:PM
“TAP YOUR TROUBLES AWAY”
The Music of
JERRY HERMAN
Starring
Lucie Arnaz • Mary Jo Catlett • Carol Channing • Carole Cook • Wilson Cruz
• Tyne Daly • Nancy Dussault • David Engle • Joely Fisher • Jason Graae •
Brian Lane Green • Gene Herbin • Sam Harris • Marilu Henner • Jerry Herman
• Kim Hoy • Susan Johnson • Jane A. Johnson • Dale Kristien • Angela
Lansbury • Sharon Lawrence • Andrea Marcovicci • Donna McKechnie • Rod
McKuen • Brian Stokes Mitchell • Rita Moreno • Karen Morrow • Hugh Pennaro
• Valarie Pettiford • Charlotte Rae • Lee Roy Reams • Marcia Rudd •
Douglas Sills • Jodi Stevens • Leslie Ugams • Jo Anne Worley
(Echoing Rod’s famous Carnegie
Hall comment, here’s what Wade had to say when he saw the names in the
cast listed above: “Holy shit, what a list!!!!!!” Wade Alexander)
Musical Direction &
Arrangements by Ron Abel
Staged and Directed by David Galligan
Produced by Michael Kearns & Harry Prongue
A Benefit for The Actors’ Fund of America
The Luckman Theatre
California State University • Los Angeles
Tickets $30, $60, $100, $250
For reservations or information call 323 933 9244 x 54
www.actorsfund.org
One thing for sure, with this
cast all on the same stage this show will definitely be an early sellout.
You better order your tickets now. After Rod’s performance of “September
Song” & "Look for the Silver Lining” in past shows it ought to be a once in
a lifetime experience to hear him perform a major standard by Jerry
Herman, the great composer of “Hello Dolly, “Mack & Mable” & “Mame".
Nan writes:
Dear Rod,
This is the best time at
Christmas. The rush is over. The visiting is over. Now is my time to
relax, listen to my Rod McKuen music and feel the love and warmth of the
Christmas tree lights.
I am re-reading "Finding My Father" again and love it as usual. I never
get tired of it. The story is so honest and beautiful. I feel as if I
knew your mother. And the love between her and your father. Do you ever
intend to tell the world of this wonderful story in a film. It is an
important story.
The part about you and Billy selling all your mother's worldly goods and
re-furbishing her house is one of my favorite parts of the book.
What are your plans for this story?
Much
love, Nan
Dear Nan, Thanks. I’m pleased you like “Finding My Father.” Shortly
after it was first published the book was optioned for a film but
nothing came of it.
I’d love to see The Christmas Story as a short television film. Someday,
maybe. Meanwhile here it is from the 1998 Christmas Day flight plan.
Thanks again, Nan. Greetings of the season, Rod
A CHRISTMAS STORY from "Finding My Father"
Being a night person, most of the time Mom worked the swing shift in
North Las Vegas, first in Lincoln Snyder’s soda fountain and later as a
barmaid at the Northside Tavern; but once in awhile she would trade
shifts, which meant that if it was summer and there was no school Billy
and I would be free to go where we wanted to without much supervision.
Our favorite place was the city dump..
If it was a weekend and there was no one around we would play on the
tractors and cranes that moved the rubbish and debris. During the week
we’d slide on our bellies past mounds of refuse, hiding from the
attendants, who would always try to chase us away.
One Christmas Eve one of the bartenders got drunk and couldn’t report
for work the next day so Mama worked a double shift. It was wonderful.
We had the whole day and evening to play at the dump and it was our idea
of a real Christmas. What treasures we found that day. A floor lamp, an
easy chair with half the stuffing gone, an old box of somebody’s
discarded toys, old clothes, and more bottles than we could possibly
carry to the market to redeem for the meager deposit.
Sometime during the afternoon it occurred to us, as a surprise for Mom,
to redecorate the house with the furniture and odd bits of bric-a-brac
we’d found at the dump. Billy had a red and yellow wagon and we must
have made twenty trips, lugging all our goodies home. Of course, to make
room for these treasures, we had to move all the furniture and trunks
already in the house out into the front yard. While we were doing this,
someone came by and thought we were having a rummage sale. I couldn’t
believe it when Billy came running in to tell me he’d been offered $5
for Mama’s dresser. What a source of newfound money!
In just over two hours we were able to sell all the furniture we’d moved
out on the lawn, plus the curtains from the windows, pots and pans. And
Mama’s doilies. We even sold the oilcloth off the kitchen table for
twenty-five cents.
It would be dark soon and so we had to complete our refurbishing before
the light faded. I don’t think either of us ever worked so hard. In the
end we were both so tired we fell asleep on the torn and soiled, but
pretty, satin bedspread we’d replaced on Mama’s bed after selling off
her comforter.
You can imagine her surprise when she came home from working two long
shifts serving drinks to merrymakers and refereeing bar bouts between
Christmas drunks.. Perhaps ‘surprise’ is not the correct word. I’m not
sure what is.
Mama was too tired to spank us but she screamed and cried a lot. Though
at the time we couldn’t understand why. She had the new floor lamp. Even
if it didn’t work it could probably be fixed. And, our latest kitchen
table was larger than the old one. I had nearly mashed my thumb while
hammering a two-by-four in place to replace a missing leg. It now listed
a bit, but the angle wasn’t so bad that utensils and plates would likely
slip off.
The curtains were very different from the old ones; while there were
only three windows in the living room, there were now twice that many
curtains on them. I distinctly remember Mama having said many times that
she’d like to get rid of that old junk in the house. ‘Just for a
change.’ Well, now she had her change. We hadn’t yet found a replacement
stove, but there were more than enough pots and pans left over from the
sale that could be used if and when we did.
Mom continued to look dazed, but she came to life again when she started
to sit down on the new davenport. It collapsed completely under her, all
three sides falling away. It was then that I handed her the envelope
containing the money we’d received from the sale of the old furniture:
$71.30. It had been planned as a Christmas gift all along, and Billy had
written in crayon on the outside of the envelope, To Mama, Merry
Christmas from The Katzenjammer Kids.
Mama didn’t speak for a long time, but when she did she just looked up
and said, "Merry Christmas." And it was.
-from "Finding My Father," 1975, 1976.
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