- Rob lives in Floyd, VA with his wife Michele and their two sons, Preston and Cooper.
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Why don't the darn zombies
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If you can find
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For the two or six of you keeping up with my latest acting gig...I called Michele with the news that a paycheck had arrived in the mail. Today. A paycheck, an amount of money given to me for acting. So, I guess it's official, I'm once again a working actor. We… Read full post »
I had to be at the dry cleaners after 5:30 but before their 6:30 closing time to pick up my shirt for the film. No big deal, right? Except that finding a dry cleaner in this neck of the woods...I drove roughly 35minutes from Floyd, over to Blacksburg. The woman behind… Read full post »
Saturday was my first day on the set, the set I've helped build and paint over the last month or so. We had a 7 am call and I arrived in the morning mist to people wandering around, sleepy-eyed grips and crew members looking for cable and dolly-tracks.
"So, you're from… Read full post »
The punchline to the joke...What? And give up show business?
That came to mind as I was with brush in hand, broom in hand, hammer in hand over the last couple of weeks, helping to get the set ready for the indie film "The House of Good and Evil." Yesterday's work… Read full post »
"I don't teach writing. I teach patience.Toughness. Stubborness. The willingness to fail. I teach life.The odd thing is most of the things that stop an inexperienced writer are so far from the truth as to be nearly beside the point. When you feel global doubt about your… Read full post »
Imagine, Tippi Hedren in our little burg. She's supposed to get the key to the "city" but her publicist thinks fat chance. It's not the kind of thing she likes to do, especially on the first day of shooting. Who can blame her?
This in a conversation with Michele, my wife,… Read full post »
So, the wait is over and all the excitement boils down to...Paul Ryan? Indicative of Republican politics, they went with the white guy. Okay, they took that big chance last time around with a woman and that didn't work out too well. Marco Rubio? He is Latino and someone with a… Read full post »
I just got in from the car where I was having a PBS moment...Terri Gross was interviewing David Rakoff. The interview was recorded in 2010, right after his book of essays "Half Empty" came out - and right after he was diagnosed with cancer.
I "met" David Rakoff on "This American… Read full post »
Michele and the boys are home tomorrow, just in time to save me from myself. Last night:
Full moon, in case you didn’t notice and I’ve been determined, for some time, to view such a moon from our local mountaintop, Buffalo Mountain. It’s called that because of a pr/… Read full post »
My family is in Los Angeles - a visit with Michele's Mom - and so I have been left to my own devices. I've been doing a lot of nothing but some of it "good"nothing.
This morning I got up early to get the car inspected. With that accomplished and… Read full post »
For more than twenty years, with that time more or less equally divided between NYC and LA, I pursued acting. NY is where I first studied and steeped myself in all the arts. What a city. LA is where I went to work in television and where I managed to snag… Read full post »
I grew up in a house filled with girls, eight of them to be exact - well, seven after Barbara ran away [earlier post/s]. Luckily there was a family on the lake that had all boys. I got myself invited over as often as I could.
It was a real boys'… Read full post »
Michele and Keith and I arose at just after four this morning to get him down to Troutville and the bus home to New York. He had a quick bowl of cereal and some juice as we all made ready. We took the Blue Ridge Parkway down the mountain, playing "ten… Read full post »
It's what you get for a life in the arts, for wanting that, for dreaming those pie-in-the-sky dreams. I recently spent time in the NY apartment where, back in 1976, I arose early to get myself down to 54th street and a six hour stretch of movement, voice and acting classes… Read full post »
Keith is visiting from the wilds of Brooklyn. This is his third summer with us and, in some ways, it's getting to be "old hat."
It's hard to believe that, on his first visit, he was nine years old. Now, he's eleven but he's still the youngest one in the house. … Read full post »
"Would we elect Jesus for President?"
That's on the bulletin board outside one of our three, local churches in bold, black-plastic letters. I'm not sure who the "we" is...the congregation? All Americans? (With proper voter ID.)
In our small town people who barely know you or who don't eve… Read full post »
At 8:30 this morning Dawn Jeffries, a local news anchor with a station out of Roanoke, walked in our door all bright and chipper. Of course, her day begins at, oh, three in the morning.
She was here to interview us for our involvment with Fresh Air, an organization that places… Read full post »
From the window of the train
Rocking gently, delayed
Of course and running late
I can see into the
Passing woods, the
Late light of day, old light
I see a boy
He looks around, searching
He loves the woods and
Pretends, there, to be an Indian
Walks softly, pigeon-toed,… Read full post »
All good things must come to an end and so...my days in the Biggest Apple where I once lived and died. New York is like that.
My friend Gil will be fine. I was able to be of some help as he recovers from a spinal fusion. In the meantime I… Read full post »
Thou shalt not covet a NY dweller's apartment. But come on, how can you not? I did it when I lived here and I'm doing it on this visit. This morning I hung a left on 92nd street and there, on the south side of the block, are two clapboard townhouses...clapboard,… Read full post »
This morning up again at 6 but I languished in bed, knowing that this morning’s run would be different than yesterday’s…residual pain, don’t you know? Still the apartment was quiet when I put on shorts, shirt and running shoes and started down the stairs.Five flights.&n… Read full post »
My dear friend Gil, who taught music and conducted the choir in my high school, isn't doing too well - some recent surgeries and, well, age (80 now) - so I grabbed a few days and came up here to the center of the world. Is it great to be here? … Read full post »
(A piece I wrote a decade ago...inspired to put it up by all of today's great Father's Day posts...thank you all)
When my father would make his way up the ladder of the three-meter board, I knew he was about to attempt one of three, different dives: a piked back flip;/… Read full post »
I've been thinking about my grandfather. There's a picture on the fridge of me as a teenager, standing behind Grandpa as he sits outside in a lawn chair. His silver hair is parted, as always, down the middle. I'm wearing eyeglasses, he is not. I the background is the green Ram… Read full post »
When the reminder came at the end of last week, I thanked the caller and tried to let her know, by the tone of my voice, that sure, I'd be there. Truthfully, I wasn't sure. I mean, I'd been to one meeting and spoken about my sister. I'd even been inspired… Read full post »