Mr. Shawn Hatosy is an actor and a husband and a daddy. I first saw him in the TV show "Numb3rs," on which he played a character named Dwayne. Dwayne is guy with serious issues, who gets our hero -- Colby Granger -- into shitloads of trouble. Although, in the end, Dwayne does go out in an ultimately self-sacrificing Blaze Of Glory. And even when he is being kind of a douche, you've got to sort of love Dwayne. He's just that kind of a dude. The next place I encountered Mr. Hatosy was on "SouthLAnd," playing the good-hearted, faithful, and rather oppressed Officer Sammy Bryant. Since I started watching "SouthLAnd" mid-way through Season 4, it took me something like a month to realize that the guy playing Sammy was the same guy who had played Dwayne. It seemed as though Mr. Hatosy had embarked on a rather rigorous work-out schedule in between the two roles. (Not that he was ever out-of-shape. He had just become rather Mr. America-like since the days of "Numb3rs.") I then started following Mr. Hatosy on Twitter and found out how hilarious he is. I also discovered that he is a husband and a daddy with two young children; and he will make amusing, warm-hearted comments having to do with family life. And that got me to thinking about Life With Littles.
It is easy for me -- at the ripe old age of 50, with three twenty-something children -- to look back at my own days as a mommy of babies and toddlers through the proverbial rose-colored glasses. It is easy to remember the sweet times rocking in the rocking chair with my sweet babies, the daily walks in the fresh air and sunshine with my little ones in the stroller, pushing my toddlers in the swings at the park, having graham crackers and milk at the picnic table in the back yard. And those are all wonderful things, memories to be treasured. And if you are currently in the situation of having babies and little ones, I encourage you to treasure all those moments. Even though it may not seem like it now, they are fleeting -- as are all of life's moments.
But, Mr. Hatosy, through his amusing Tweets Of Wisdom -- concerning crying and poops and the licking of electrical outlets and dog crap on stroller wheels -- gives me a reality check. Now, please don't get me wrong. He is no d-bag. He very, very obviously loves and enjoys his children. But, he is in the midst of Life With Littles. And Life With Littles is not all serenity and Sesame Street and Raffi. It involves stress and boredom and worry and sickness and LOTS of messes. Sometimes many simultaneous messes. I remember having messes radiating out from me in all directions and I would have no idea where to begin. Little children are quite good at leaving a path of destruction in their wake. They also can seem hell-bent on the idea of endangering their own lives. And this is all very exhausting to mommies and daddies.
I remember one day when I had a 4-year-old, a 2-year-old, and an infant. Nobody was potty-trained yet. (I was not good at potty-training. I pretty much sucked at it. So, my kids were in diapers for longer than usual.) I had just changed probably the tenth dirty diaper of the day. After washing my hands in the bathroom, I went into the kitchen because it was time to fix everybody a snack. (It was constantly time to fix everybody a snack.) And what did I find there? Two-year-old Bridget had colored the bottoms of her little kid sneakers with blue marker and walked all over the white kitchen floor. Yes, the white kitchen floor was COVERED with blue footprints. I wish I could say that I took it well and with good humor. I wish I could say that I snapped an Instagram photo and put it on Twitter with a cute caption. The fact of the matter is this -- I did not take it well. I am ashamed of this, but it's the truth.
As I look at my grown-up kids, I am relieved to find that they all seem to like me. At least, most of the time. And this makes me very happy, because I know there were many times when I did not shine in my role as a mum of little ones. And there are -- of course -- many times when I don't shine in my role as a mum of young adults, either.
But, back to Mr. Hatosy. He reminds me not to be the kind of older woman who lords my motherly wisdom over the parents of babies and toddlers and young children. Because even though being a parent of little ones is lovely in so many ways, it is also hard at times. Damn hard. And what I want to be is the kind of older lady (and maybe, someday, a grandma) who is actually helpful to younger parents. Somebody who is encouraging. Somebody who is understanding. Somebody who is not a douche-bag. ;-)
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Tuesday, March 26, 2013
SouthLAnd Spoilers???
There are many important things being discussed online today. Well, I am not going to discuss any of those things. I am going to talk about "SouthLAnd" and my end-of-season predictions regarding the fate of Officer Ben Sherman. Why am I going to talk about this? Because it amuses me.
It is my opinion that in Episode 10 of "SouthLAnd" (the final episode of the season), Officer Sherman is going to be shot. At first, I thought Schoolteacher Brooke would be the one doing the shooting. But, I have changed my mind. I think the "associates" of Elena are going to commit this dastardly deed. I am not sure if Officer Sherman will live or die, and I don't think we'll find out this season, either. We will find out if, and only if, the show gets a sixth season.
Why do I believe this?
There have been many clues.
The first set of clues revolves around the shady cop character known as Officer Mendoza (played by Chad Michael Murray), who appears in the first few episodes of the current season. Officer Mendoza serves a similar purpose in regard to Officer Sherman that the Ghost of Bob Marley serves to Ebenezer Scrooge in "A Christmas Carol." He does all the crappy things that Officer Sherman is starting to do, but in a more extreme way. And he comes to a very bad end. There is a scene in Officer Mendoza's hospital room, a face-off between him and Officer Sherman, where the latter is defiantly telling the former, "I am not like you." But, Officer Mendoza just looks at Officer Sherman kind of like the devil might look at a soul perched on the edge of the abyss.
What things does Officer Mendoza do that are also temptations for Officer Sherman? He is willing to "bend the cop rules," if you will, in order to obtain what he views as the desired outcome. He lives too large on his limited cop income, becoming deeply in debt. Now, I am not sure that Officer Sherman is deeply in debt. But, he does enjoy the expensive cup of coffee, the nice car, and the fancy sushi restaurant. I have added up his expenses in my head and they seem to be greater than his monthly income could possibly cover. Officer Mendoza also seems to be somewhat of a sexoholic, if you will. He is a married guy, but he is apparently quite comfortable at the strip club. He is also (and this is VERY important) sleeping with a gang-associated gal. Officer Mendoza is, basically, an extremely cynical person, a person with a rather warped sense of entitlement. And this leads him into doing the things he does which ultimately result in his ruin. Does Officer Sherman seem to be adopting the attitudes which have led to his fellow officer's demise? He sure does.
The second clue I have employed in my end-of-season hypothesis concerns Officer Sherman's habits with his gun. As he exits the fancy, budget-breaking restaurant with Schoolteacher Brooke, the show's writers go to great pains to make the point that Officer Sherman is in the habit of carrying his gun on his off-time. After all, as he says, you never know when there might be a shoot-out in a restaurant. He learned this from watching "Numb3rs" -- there is an episode where Colby and David are involved in a shoot-out in a restaurant on their off-time, and it is a darn good thing they are carrying their guns.
The third clue revolves around Officer Sherman's two-timing habits. Right after he introduces Brooke as his "girlfriend" -- the very next day, I think it is -- he gets all lusty about a cute little artsy gal (Elena) who has a cool and edgy place. We know from earlier seasons of "SouthLAnd" that Officer Sherman is into artsy-ness, so faced with this overwhelming display of creative womanhood, he cannot help but leap immediately into bed with her. Unfortunately, though, Elena's brother is a gang-associated young man. That is how Officer Sherman met her, after all. He had just arrested her brother. And, if her brother is gang-related, well, you know she's gonna be. And Officer Sherman finds out just how gang-related she is when he emerges from her bedroom to find a couple of large gang specimens hanging real casual-like in the living room. No worries, though. Elena is happily making food for all.
This third clue relates back to the whole Officer Mendoza thing. He, too, had been "seeing" a gangster gal. And when he was shot, it was thought that it was retribution by gang members. Although this turned out not to be the case for Officer Mendoza, the point is definitely made of how cops sleeping with ganster gals might be viewed negatively in certain gangster circles. Especially if they are two-timing their wives or nice schoolteacher girlfriends.
The fourth clue is Sammy's helicopter ride. Officer Sammy Bryant is Officer Ben Sherman's partner. He is played by Shawn Hatosy. On the last day of shooting for Season 5, Shawn Hatosy filmed a scene in which he rode in an LAPD chopper. How do I know this? Because I follow Mr. Hatosy on Instagram and he put up some pictures of himself in the helicopter. But -- Officer Sherman is not in the helicopter with Officer Bryant during this scene. Indeed, Ben McKenzie (who plays Officer Sherman) wrapped his Season 5 work two days before Shawn Hatosy filmed this helicopter scene. How do I know this? Because of Twitter.
The fifth clue? The title of Episode 10 of Season 5 of "SouthLAnd" is entitled "Reckoning."
And finally -- the sixth clue -- the writers have been doing an outstanding job this year of making all the individual events in the episodes add up to a big, beautiful, coherent masterpiece. Nothing is without meaning.
So, this is how I think it's gonna go down in Episode 10.
Elena's gangster friends are going to find out about Ben's two-timing and get ticked. They are going to locate the fancy restaurant where Officer Sherman is taking Schoolteacher Brooke to dinner. This restaurant is going to have a lot of fancy glass windows in the facade. Ben and Brooke are going to be seated by the windows. The gangster dudes are going to drive their gangster mobile -- which is going to look highly out-of-place in the neighborhood where the fancy restaurant is located -- down the road in front of said restaurant and shoot out all the front windows hoping to do away with two-timing sexaholic Officer Sherman. Officer Sherman is going to pull out the gun he always carries with him -- thanks to the lessons learned from Colby and David -- and return fire. Now, Officer Sherman has a sharp-shooting medal, so his aim will be true and he will manage to hit at least one of gangsters. Thus, he will save (at least most of) the innocent bystanders. Unfortunately, I don't think he will manage to save Brooke. I think she is going to die. And Officer Sherman himself will be seriously wounded. Although, I am not sure he is going to die. After this dramatic shoot-out, the gangsters who Officer Sherman did not manage to hit will attempt a getaway, resulting in a dramatic high-speed chase, involving an LAPD helicopter. And since it is his friend and partner who has been (perhaps mortally) wounded, Sammy is going to be on that chopper. Whether it scares the crap out of him or not.
Now, will Officer Sherman die from his gunshot wounds? Well, it depends.
Upon what does it depend?
It depends on whether or not the pilot that Ben McKenzie is filming for a new show turns out to his satisfaction, and whether or not it gets picked up. Mr. McKenzie says that he is doing the new pilot in second position to "SouthLAnd." He says that if "SouthLAnd" is renewed, he is definitely staying. But, what else is he going to say? Saying anything else would be incredibly dumb. (Now look who's being cynical. Sorry.)
So, we'll see. We'll see, first of all, if "SouthLAnd" is picked up for a sixth season. And, if it is, we'll find out the ultimate fate of Officer Sherman. For my part -- I hope they both return. The show and the character.
"SouthLAnd" forever. ;-)
Yes. This is what I think about while doing the grocery shopping. And it is why I always forget at least one item. :-/
It is my opinion that in Episode 10 of "SouthLAnd" (the final episode of the season), Officer Sherman is going to be shot. At first, I thought Schoolteacher Brooke would be the one doing the shooting. But, I have changed my mind. I think the "associates" of Elena are going to commit this dastardly deed. I am not sure if Officer Sherman will live or die, and I don't think we'll find out this season, either. We will find out if, and only if, the show gets a sixth season.
Why do I believe this?
There have been many clues.
The first set of clues revolves around the shady cop character known as Officer Mendoza (played by Chad Michael Murray), who appears in the first few episodes of the current season. Officer Mendoza serves a similar purpose in regard to Officer Sherman that the Ghost of Bob Marley serves to Ebenezer Scrooge in "A Christmas Carol." He does all the crappy things that Officer Sherman is starting to do, but in a more extreme way. And he comes to a very bad end. There is a scene in Officer Mendoza's hospital room, a face-off between him and Officer Sherman, where the latter is defiantly telling the former, "I am not like you." But, Officer Mendoza just looks at Officer Sherman kind of like the devil might look at a soul perched on the edge of the abyss.
What things does Officer Mendoza do that are also temptations for Officer Sherman? He is willing to "bend the cop rules," if you will, in order to obtain what he views as the desired outcome. He lives too large on his limited cop income, becoming deeply in debt. Now, I am not sure that Officer Sherman is deeply in debt. But, he does enjoy the expensive cup of coffee, the nice car, and the fancy sushi restaurant. I have added up his expenses in my head and they seem to be greater than his monthly income could possibly cover. Officer Mendoza also seems to be somewhat of a sexoholic, if you will. He is a married guy, but he is apparently quite comfortable at the strip club. He is also (and this is VERY important) sleeping with a gang-associated gal. Officer Mendoza is, basically, an extremely cynical person, a person with a rather warped sense of entitlement. And this leads him into doing the things he does which ultimately result in his ruin. Does Officer Sherman seem to be adopting the attitudes which have led to his fellow officer's demise? He sure does.
The second clue I have employed in my end-of-season hypothesis concerns Officer Sherman's habits with his gun. As he exits the fancy, budget-breaking restaurant with Schoolteacher Brooke, the show's writers go to great pains to make the point that Officer Sherman is in the habit of carrying his gun on his off-time. After all, as he says, you never know when there might be a shoot-out in a restaurant. He learned this from watching "Numb3rs" -- there is an episode where Colby and David are involved in a shoot-out in a restaurant on their off-time, and it is a darn good thing they are carrying their guns.
The third clue revolves around Officer Sherman's two-timing habits. Right after he introduces Brooke as his "girlfriend" -- the very next day, I think it is -- he gets all lusty about a cute little artsy gal (Elena) who has a cool and edgy place. We know from earlier seasons of "SouthLAnd" that Officer Sherman is into artsy-ness, so faced with this overwhelming display of creative womanhood, he cannot help but leap immediately into bed with her. Unfortunately, though, Elena's brother is a gang-associated young man. That is how Officer Sherman met her, after all. He had just arrested her brother. And, if her brother is gang-related, well, you know she's gonna be. And Officer Sherman finds out just how gang-related she is when he emerges from her bedroom to find a couple of large gang specimens hanging real casual-like in the living room. No worries, though. Elena is happily making food for all.
This third clue relates back to the whole Officer Mendoza thing. He, too, had been "seeing" a gangster gal. And when he was shot, it was thought that it was retribution by gang members. Although this turned out not to be the case for Officer Mendoza, the point is definitely made of how cops sleeping with ganster gals might be viewed negatively in certain gangster circles. Especially if they are two-timing their wives or nice schoolteacher girlfriends.
The fourth clue is Sammy's helicopter ride. Officer Sammy Bryant is Officer Ben Sherman's partner. He is played by Shawn Hatosy. On the last day of shooting for Season 5, Shawn Hatosy filmed a scene in which he rode in an LAPD chopper. How do I know this? Because I follow Mr. Hatosy on Instagram and he put up some pictures of himself in the helicopter. But -- Officer Sherman is not in the helicopter with Officer Bryant during this scene. Indeed, Ben McKenzie (who plays Officer Sherman) wrapped his Season 5 work two days before Shawn Hatosy filmed this helicopter scene. How do I know this? Because of Twitter.
The fifth clue? The title of Episode 10 of Season 5 of "SouthLAnd" is entitled "Reckoning."
And finally -- the sixth clue -- the writers have been doing an outstanding job this year of making all the individual events in the episodes add up to a big, beautiful, coherent masterpiece. Nothing is without meaning.
So, this is how I think it's gonna go down in Episode 10.
Elena's gangster friends are going to find out about Ben's two-timing and get ticked. They are going to locate the fancy restaurant where Officer Sherman is taking Schoolteacher Brooke to dinner. This restaurant is going to have a lot of fancy glass windows in the facade. Ben and Brooke are going to be seated by the windows. The gangster dudes are going to drive their gangster mobile -- which is going to look highly out-of-place in the neighborhood where the fancy restaurant is located -- down the road in front of said restaurant and shoot out all the front windows hoping to do away with two-timing sexaholic Officer Sherman. Officer Sherman is going to pull out the gun he always carries with him -- thanks to the lessons learned from Colby and David -- and return fire. Now, Officer Sherman has a sharp-shooting medal, so his aim will be true and he will manage to hit at least one of gangsters. Thus, he will save (at least most of) the innocent bystanders. Unfortunately, I don't think he will manage to save Brooke. I think she is going to die. And Officer Sherman himself will be seriously wounded. Although, I am not sure he is going to die. After this dramatic shoot-out, the gangsters who Officer Sherman did not manage to hit will attempt a getaway, resulting in a dramatic high-speed chase, involving an LAPD helicopter. And since it is his friend and partner who has been (perhaps mortally) wounded, Sammy is going to be on that chopper. Whether it scares the crap out of him or not.
Now, will Officer Sherman die from his gunshot wounds? Well, it depends.
Upon what does it depend?
It depends on whether or not the pilot that Ben McKenzie is filming for a new show turns out to his satisfaction, and whether or not it gets picked up. Mr. McKenzie says that he is doing the new pilot in second position to "SouthLAnd." He says that if "SouthLAnd" is renewed, he is definitely staying. But, what else is he going to say? Saying anything else would be incredibly dumb. (Now look who's being cynical. Sorry.)
So, we'll see. We'll see, first of all, if "SouthLAnd" is picked up for a sixth season. And, if it is, we'll find out the ultimate fate of Officer Sherman. For my part -- I hope they both return. The show and the character.
"SouthLAnd" forever. ;-)
Yes. This is what I think about while doing the grocery shopping. And it is why I always forget at least one item. :-/
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Asthma Attacks and Holiday Decor
I have not blogged much this week, as things got a bit out-of-hand.
This past Tuesday, my Bridget went off to work, as per usual. I guess there was a stinky smell permeating the office, so one of her co-workers decided to spray some ammonia-based air freshener all around the place. Causing Bridget to have one heck of an asthma attack. She called me to come pick her up around mid-morning, and her boss and doctor gave her orders not to return to the job until this coming Monday.
Those of you who are aquainted with Bridget know that she is a very fun person. She is full of joyful enthusiasm and creativity. And I have been having a great time hanging out with her all week.
The first couple of days she was at home were kind of low-key, since she was feeling pretty crappy. We drank Starbucks coffee. We watched "Numb3rs" -- also known in our household as "The Colby Granger Show." Colby Granger is one of the best characters ever created for a TV show. Colby runs fast and knocks people down and shoots a really big gun and drives FBI vehicles in a daring way. He is also very funny, if you are paying attention. He is played by Dylan Bruno. I don't know anything about Dylan Bruno, except that he has a really nice older brother named Chris. Chris obviously taught Dylan everything he knows about being funny and knocking people down.
But, I digress.
After a couple of days, Bridget started to feel better. And that enthusiastic, creative mind started looking for ways to stay entertained. So, she began teaching me about theology -- how Jesus is a divine person and how the Holy Spirit is spirated. She worked on the quilt she is making for a friend's wedding. She scrap-booked. And she came up with a nefarious plot to decorate our house for the holidays.
Those of you who are aquainted with me know that I do not decorate. I do like to put up the Christmas tree, but that is about it. To me, decorating the house for the holidays means that you are just going to have to un-decorate it again and somehow figure out what to do with all the decorations for the remaining 11 months of the year. Decorating also means that you have to clean the house and get all the dust and grime off the surfaces that are to be decorated.
Bridget, though, does not see eye-to-eye with me on this issue. So, off we went to the craft store and the fabric store, where we purchased some shiny baubles and paper and ribbons and other decorative doo-dads. And Bridget went-to-town.
All the pictures on our walls are now wrapped in Christmas paper and ribbons, so it looks as though Christmas gifts are hanging on all of our home's vertical surfaces. There are vases filled with gleaming silver, gold, and red holiday "stuff" in our living room and family room. There are turkey-shaped place cards forming on the dining room table, in anticipation of our annual Thanksgiving dinner. A dinner which has never before featured place cards. Some sort of silver garland is being planned for the hearth. There is glitter on the sofa.
And it is all so much fun! My decorating cynicism is being stripped away. Of course, I would never do any of this if left to my own devices. So, when it comes time for Bridget to fly away from the nest, Christmas gifts will not be seen hanging on any of my walls come December. For now, though, I admit that I am greatly enjoying the festive atmosphere and watching my not-so-little girl happily put the house into a proper holiday mood.
I can't say that I'm at all glad Bridget had that asthma attack. But, all-in-all, she did take the lemons which were handed to her this past week and turn them into one hell of a pitcher of spiked lemonade...
This past Tuesday, my Bridget went off to work, as per usual. I guess there was a stinky smell permeating the office, so one of her co-workers decided to spray some ammonia-based air freshener all around the place. Causing Bridget to have one heck of an asthma attack. She called me to come pick her up around mid-morning, and her boss and doctor gave her orders not to return to the job until this coming Monday.
Those of you who are aquainted with Bridget know that she is a very fun person. She is full of joyful enthusiasm and creativity. And I have been having a great time hanging out with her all week.
The first couple of days she was at home were kind of low-key, since she was feeling pretty crappy. We drank Starbucks coffee. We watched "Numb3rs" -- also known in our household as "The Colby Granger Show." Colby Granger is one of the best characters ever created for a TV show. Colby runs fast and knocks people down and shoots a really big gun and drives FBI vehicles in a daring way. He is also very funny, if you are paying attention. He is played by Dylan Bruno. I don't know anything about Dylan Bruno, except that he has a really nice older brother named Chris. Chris obviously taught Dylan everything he knows about being funny and knocking people down.
But, I digress.
After a couple of days, Bridget started to feel better. And that enthusiastic, creative mind started looking for ways to stay entertained. So, she began teaching me about theology -- how Jesus is a divine person and how the Holy Spirit is spirated. She worked on the quilt she is making for a friend's wedding. She scrap-booked. And she came up with a nefarious plot to decorate our house for the holidays.
Those of you who are aquainted with me know that I do not decorate. I do like to put up the Christmas tree, but that is about it. To me, decorating the house for the holidays means that you are just going to have to un-decorate it again and somehow figure out what to do with all the decorations for the remaining 11 months of the year. Decorating also means that you have to clean the house and get all the dust and grime off the surfaces that are to be decorated.
Bridget, though, does not see eye-to-eye with me on this issue. So, off we went to the craft store and the fabric store, where we purchased some shiny baubles and paper and ribbons and other decorative doo-dads. And Bridget went-to-town.
All the pictures on our walls are now wrapped in Christmas paper and ribbons, so it looks as though Christmas gifts are hanging on all of our home's vertical surfaces. There are vases filled with gleaming silver, gold, and red holiday "stuff" in our living room and family room. There are turkey-shaped place cards forming on the dining room table, in anticipation of our annual Thanksgiving dinner. A dinner which has never before featured place cards. Some sort of silver garland is being planned for the hearth. There is glitter on the sofa.
And it is all so much fun! My decorating cynicism is being stripped away. Of course, I would never do any of this if left to my own devices. So, when it comes time for Bridget to fly away from the nest, Christmas gifts will not be seen hanging on any of my walls come December. For now, though, I admit that I am greatly enjoying the festive atmosphere and watching my not-so-little girl happily put the house into a proper holiday mood.
I can't say that I'm at all glad Bridget had that asthma attack. But, all-in-all, she did take the lemons which were handed to her this past week and turn them into one hell of a pitcher of spiked lemonade...
Monday, August 20, 2012
Grieving The Loss Of Tony Scott
Tony Scott has been a gift to me. He directed "Top Gun" -- my all-time favorite movie. He also produced one of my favorite TV shows -- "Numb3rs". Well, this family man, this creative genius, this person who was loved by many, apparently took his own life yesterday. And I am so sad.
I wish I could tell him how "Top Gun", aside from being so much fun to watch, opened my eyes to the world of Naval Aviation. Naval Aviation has always been of great interest to my husband and, through the medium of this movie, I also became interested in the topic. This has given me a lot of happy times in my marriage, which I otherwise would not have had. Times at air shows, times watching military documentaries, times looking through pages of books filled with pictures of and information on fighter jets, and even times flying in small aircraft with former fighter pilots, participating in mock dog fights. This love of my husband also became a love of mine because of Tony Scott. And I will always be so grateful.
My son's life would also not be the same without Tony. I let this child watch "Top Gun" when he was about two years old, because he was having a fussy day and I was desperate. Why did I put that movie on, instead of a more child-friendly one? Well, I think it was actually the only video we owned at the time. And my son was enthralled. He asked to watch it pretty much every day. Because of that movie, my son's interest in aviation and military history was sparked. He is now majoring in history in college, is hoping to be a military officer, and has done many things he probably would not have done otherwise -- been a Civil Air Patrol cadet, learned everything it is possible to know about World War II and the Cold War, flown small aircraft, and worked as a docent at the Flying Leathernecks Aviation Museum (where he has the reputation of knowing as much as, or even more than, the old-timers). He has even been allowed to fly the real FA/18 Hornet simulator at MCAS Miramar (the one on which the actual pilots train). And due to my son's exposure to the many wonderful people who serve our country in the military, he has developed a gracious manner when dealing with others. These fine individuals have been such good examples to him of how to behave and interact with those of all backgrounds and walks of life. Thank-you, Tony, for opening my son's eyes to this amazing world.
Actually, my whole family's life would not have been the same without Tony Scott. Because of him, my two daughters have happily attended air shows and watched many hours of military documentaries (when their brother commandeered the only TV set in the house). They know things about our country's history, and the brave men and women who have defended her, that they never would have been aware of otherwise. And they have an appreciation of our men and women in uniform that I doubt they would have had the opportunity to develop without the presence of Maverick and Goose in our home.
We will miss you, Tony Scott. May God grant you a place of light, happiness, and peace. And may He grant comfort to your family, loved ones, friends, and all of us who grieve at the loss of you.
I wish I could tell him how "Top Gun", aside from being so much fun to watch, opened my eyes to the world of Naval Aviation. Naval Aviation has always been of great interest to my husband and, through the medium of this movie, I also became interested in the topic. This has given me a lot of happy times in my marriage, which I otherwise would not have had. Times at air shows, times watching military documentaries, times looking through pages of books filled with pictures of and information on fighter jets, and even times flying in small aircraft with former fighter pilots, participating in mock dog fights. This love of my husband also became a love of mine because of Tony Scott. And I will always be so grateful.
My son's life would also not be the same without Tony. I let this child watch "Top Gun" when he was about two years old, because he was having a fussy day and I was desperate. Why did I put that movie on, instead of a more child-friendly one? Well, I think it was actually the only video we owned at the time. And my son was enthralled. He asked to watch it pretty much every day. Because of that movie, my son's interest in aviation and military history was sparked. He is now majoring in history in college, is hoping to be a military officer, and has done many things he probably would not have done otherwise -- been a Civil Air Patrol cadet, learned everything it is possible to know about World War II and the Cold War, flown small aircraft, and worked as a docent at the Flying Leathernecks Aviation Museum (where he has the reputation of knowing as much as, or even more than, the old-timers). He has even been allowed to fly the real FA/18 Hornet simulator at MCAS Miramar (the one on which the actual pilots train). And due to my son's exposure to the many wonderful people who serve our country in the military, he has developed a gracious manner when dealing with others. These fine individuals have been such good examples to him of how to behave and interact with those of all backgrounds and walks of life. Thank-you, Tony, for opening my son's eyes to this amazing world.
Actually, my whole family's life would not have been the same without Tony Scott. Because of him, my two daughters have happily attended air shows and watched many hours of military documentaries (when their brother commandeered the only TV set in the house). They know things about our country's history, and the brave men and women who have defended her, that they never would have been aware of otherwise. And they have an appreciation of our men and women in uniform that I doubt they would have had the opportunity to develop without the presence of Maverick and Goose in our home.
We will miss you, Tony Scott. May God grant you a place of light, happiness, and peace. And may He grant comfort to your family, loved ones, friends, and all of us who grieve at the loss of you.
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