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Bombing The Moon
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This is a journal of personal observations, essays about my life, cell-camera candids and personal opining on various subjects that go through my mind while I'm waiting for The Rapture.
Liz, my old KIIS-FM co-worker, and I have been keeping in touch via Facebook. In email that isn’t published on the feed she commented on my inquiry as to her well being after the earthquakes up in Humboldt and all the rain and severe weather down our way. “I knew they shouldn’t have bombed the moon!” Best response ever. Maybe that’s what wrong with Congress. Let’s blame it on the moon.
Leave it to Chris, my old gym pal, to summarize his and the situation of so many we know who are woefully under-employed yet retain their housekeeper. “If the maid goes, “ he quipped, “The terrorists win.” Do you have any idea what my laugh sounds like ricocheting off concrete inside a gym full of steel equipment? People complained.
As far as king of the quips, second to my twin would rank Marcel Miranda. I had the fun of serving under Marcel, who was National Chapter Coordinator, during my tenure as Chapter Chair of the NAMES Project AIDS Memorial Quilt project/Los Angeles. My brother David was Executive Director of the whole shebang and needed someone who would resurrect a broken chapter from ruins and debt—HUGE debt—which was the result of a money-losing display of the AIDS Memorial Quilt at Pauley Pavilion at U.C.L.A. Guess whom he asked?
During the course of that service, Marcel walked in on David and I in the midst of one our legendary and most regular fights. I was in the middle of some rant that He may have been E.D., but damn it, he OWED me because I had made the National Organization over a million dollars, something like that. Marcel walked in and David pounced on him. “What do YOU think, Marcel?”
Marcel stepped around David like he wasn’t there; put an index finger in the air and said, “TAXI! That laugh evaporated the fight on contact.
Marcel Miranda was a great photographer, a great wit, a dynamic executive and, at times, a royal pain in the rear, but he was never, ever dull. We always laughed when Marcel got involved. He was my kinda pal. Brother-in-Law. Lars, texted me the other day to say that Marcel had passed away. I had received an email days earlier and I had forgotten Lars had worked with Marcel at Stop AIDS Project in San Francisco.
In then end, with all his not-for-profit work, Marcel's life was all about service. Marcel had always said his life was all about service. HIS service above anyone else's! I can still hear him saying it.
I am culling through some photographs of his for that definitive one of the Quilt Display in D.C. in 1988. It made all the newspapers. If I find it, you’ll see it below. May He Rest In Peace, may he live forever on the internet.... click here to watch bombing the moon video!