Sunday, June 7, 2020

RIP June 6

June 6 marks the anniversary of the 1944 D-Day invasion of France by America and her allies to begin the overthrow of Hitlers’s madness.
My Dad was part of that invasion as a 22 year old draftee soldiering as a member of the infantry inserted into the battle by Army gliders, known for high mortality. He was one of the few survivors after the glider crashed into pine trees to land. Virgil Warn fought for three days before being wounded by artillery shrapnel that left him disabled the rest of his life.
I tell my story, which is my Dad’s story, to illustrate the importance of June 6 in my life
Other reasons why my life history makes notable June 6:
June 6 is the birthday of my show biz mentor Gil Cates. From 1981 until his death in 2011, he and I became goombas, as he described it. For me, he enabled me to become chief PR guy for the Directors Guild of America, hired me to be his PR guy while he became the all time leader in producing Academy Awards Oscar shows and also hired me to be his PR consultant on retainer to UCLA School of Theater, Film and TV when he became its new Dean. I owe Gil a lot.
June 6 is also the anniversary of the last time I had sex. It was 1991 and she was my third and final wife. Debbie was also an only child and had been married a couple of times when our strong sexual chemistry in the fall of 1988 led us to get married in Palm Springs early in 1989. Debbie told me she was pregnant and since I was 39 with two ex-wives, I was happy about the idea of finally starting a family. I have vivid memories from the day we married, as it turned out to be my third and last wedding. Debbie lied to me about being pregnant then faked a miscarriage when her father died in September. She lied about getting rid of my favorite dog while I was out of town. She lied about much more over the years we remained together until she left me on July 31, 2000. No sex was just one of the reasons she left. Last year, I googled her out of curiosity because we had not talked since before 911. I was truly shocked to discover her obit from early in 2006. RIP Deborah Hunt of Pitman, New Jersey.
June 6 is also the anniversary of the death of Robert Kennedy in 1968. Bobby was my personal political hero. When he was killed, it changed everything. And it changed nothing....

This year June 6 adds the murder of George Floyd to my life’s reasons to remember the date.
#BlackLivesMatter


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