‘My favorite part I’ve ever played’: Talking with Robert Duvall

 

 

A passionate horseman, actor Robert Duvall was at the end of a five-week visit to an equestrian training center in Newberry, Florida, where he was learning the fine art of jumping.

He wore his Woody’s BBQ cap for our photo, because he loved the food there (it was right up the street). Woody’s later put up this photo, framed, in every one of its franchise stores.

You’ll recognize several movies in this rambling conversation, movies that would come to pass within a few years, including The Apostle, The Man Who Captured Eichmann, Assassination Tango and even Schindler’s List.

We talked mostly about Lonesome Dove, which had been adapted from Larry McMurtry’s Pulitzer Prize-winning novel into an eight-hour TV miniseries. It had first aired in 1989, three years before this interview, and was fresh on the interviewer’s mind – and Duvall’s as well.

 

I have to tell you, I’m the biggest Lonesome Dove fan in the world.

Well, that’s my favorite part I’ve ever played. I could have retired after that. The English can play Hamlet and King Lear, I’ll play that part. I loved that part.

I had read the script first, and then I read the book. I read it in like 10 days. The script was well-written, so it was pretty parallel to the book.

 

What attracted you to the part of Gus McCrae?

Oh God, that’s a great part. What happened was, I had played parts like that on the stage, more outgoing than the other part, Woodrow F. Call. That’s the kind of part I get offered in films. They offered me that part.

 

Even McMurtry said “You’re perfect for Gus.”

So I told my agent, “I know they’re considering your other client, James Garner, for Gus. See if he’ll switch parts, and that way I’ll do the project.” He must have called me back in about three hours and he said “James Garner has passed – because of his bad back, he can’t go 16 weeks on an intense location. Maybe a movie, but not a miniseries for 16 weeks.” Like people wouldn’t do Apocalypse Now, because they didn’t want to be there for a year. So then I said “submit my name for Gus.”

The script just drew you along. I did some research, but you didn’t have to. You just followed the thing, it was so well written.

 

Did you get lost in that part? Did you become the character?

You really don’t become the character. It’s always acting. It’s just, you turn in a different way doing it. It’s always fun. When it goes well, it’s fun. When it goes well, then you can drop it and say “OK, let’s go eat, let’s play, let’s play ball, let’s ride horses.”

 

I’ll never forget watching your face during the scene where you’ve just hanged Jake Spoon …

Oh, I’ll tell you what happened. I’ll tell you exactly what happened there. Old Waylon Jennings is a good friend of mine. He said “How’d you do that, hoss? I never saw anything like that.”

Sometimes I don’t get along with directors. We had our problems, but … I had done it, and he said “Do you want to go for another take?” And they don’t always say that, but I’m glad he did. I said “Why not?” They had two cameras.

When it happened – boom – it happened, and it was as good a moment as I’ve ever done in my life, professionally. Thank God they sent me the tape first, because it was not in the final print. I don’t know if it was spite they didn’t put it in there … whatever it was, it was stupidity.

I wasn’t on particularly great terms with the director at that point, so we called the producer. This guy had a lot of control. I said “Please, this is not in there, it’s got to be in there, if you never put anything back in there …” I don’t know, the editor must have been a moron.

 

That was a great moment.

Yeah … it was like life. And when you see Westerns, you never see the vulnerability in men like that. But when I was doing a little research on the Texas Rangers, they were macho killers. But in between, they would put on plays, they would paint. They were interesting guys as warriors. And when one of their leaders was shot along the Rio Grande, all the men just burst out in tears. They wept, openly, because their leader was killed right in front of them.

So this kind of moment just took over. I don’t know where it came from, but it came. And I probably couldn’t have repeated it. If it was a play, every night, I couldn’t have repeated it.

I said to the guy “When you cut away to Call, you have got to come back to me and you’ve got to linger on that moment. You’ve got to linger as long as screen time will permit before you cut to me walking away.”

A lot times with emotional things like that, when you get news that your mother died, your father died, sometimes there’s a delayed reaction, an hour later. But the way this happened, also happens in life – boom, a sledgehammer.

Had I never seen that thing, and they hadn’t put it in there, I would’ve never forgiven them. (laughs)

The guy was a TV editor. He was all right, but ultimately, maybe those guys were hacks, because they’re thinking “TV.” They don’t look for moments. They don’t even know what a moment is.

 

Gus wasn’t afraid to show vulnerability …

Yeah, those guys … or when he was talking about Lorie, by the creek, they had a moment … those things happened to those guys. And I know as an actor, I can do those things. And I think that’s sometimes what critics and other people miss. Usually the other actors are the ones who can see if an actor can do that. I know of actors that are famous – I won’t say their names – and I’ve seen them try for it in movies. Talented guys. They back up and miss. A guy like Brando can do it. Sometimes De Niro can do it. But other actors I’ve seen, they go for the money but they can’t make it.

You can’t plan it, necessarily. So when that happened, I said “That’s one of the greatest moments I’ve ever had in my life.” And this jerk, the editor … I don’t know if they did it out of spite because we had a little falling out at the end, or if they left it out on purpose. I don’t know.

And I appreciate your bringing it up, because it was as good a moment as I’ve ever had.

The script guided me and drew me along. But I love traveling around and looking for something that’ll help me with a part. We got in a car and drove way out in West Texas, in the middle of nowhere. We looked up old Sammy Baugh, the old quarterback for the Washington Redskins, a great, great talent. But he’s a cowboy. He was a professional football player, and then he retired. I just read about him. And the way he talked with his hands caught me. He was 70, with white hair, and still like a champion. To this day, I don’t think he knows who we were! He came in and talked to us for about two hours. But he gave me that extra thing I needed, the gestures. And I’d get those things in the part, you see?

You know what I say? I say if the mafia guys had crossed the Red River, they’d have been hung by their nuts from a tree. Those Texas Rangers are rough dudes. And there are a hundred of them left. They have to be as mean as the people they’re pursuing.

 

One of the toughest things about watching Lonesome Dove was that you died at the end!

I’m always dying lately! Like in Colors, a lot of actors liked my death scene. They told me about it. They said “That’s the definitive death scene.” I improvised it from stuff in my life, very personal stuff, and it worked. That’s what it’s all about, if you can incorporate it. Without looking like “OK, now I’m stopping to gather something.”

And I figured a guy that was dying, at that point, who would he call, his mother? He would lose his macho and he would ask for his wife. He’d say “Please call my wife.”

The emotional line of the character is the most rewarding thing to get. And you gotta be loose and relaxed to get it. And it’s something you can’t plan.

The emotional moment, if you try to sit on it – like when Jake’s hung, swinging – if you try to sit on it, in any given documentary, it’s more moving. When you see a guy talking about his son he lost in a flood, and he’s trying to sit on it. It’s like Sandy Meisner used to say in acting class, sitting there with his cigarette holder, “If crying meant great acting, my Aunt Tilly could be another Eleonora Duse!” If the emotion is there and it shoots out, and you try to fight it and let it come out this way – put a lid on it – then it’s more effective because it’s become like life. Life is like that. So why try to force it, and then if it happens, it happens.

It’s like in The Godfather, when I have to tell Brando that Sonny’s dead. We’d done four takes, and usually that’s it for me. And there, Coppola said “You want to go for one more?” I said well, why not. And the moment was difficult, emotionally, to tell Brando’s character that Sonny, Jimmy Caan, had died. So that worked. The other takes were OK, but this became a special moment.

People say “bigger than life.” That’s such a trap. Nothing is bigger than life. If you make selections from life, then they’re seen as bigger than life. But nothing is bigger or more enriching than life.

 

Couldn’t you have overplayed Gus? Hammed it up?

Oh, yeah. But I think the thing is, once again, to be specific with the emotional line. And therefore, if it needs to be big, then your bigness is justifiable.

 

At first, before I got deep into Lonesome Dove, I thought Gus was very similar to Mac Sledge from Tender Mercies

 

Well, Mac was a little bit more like Woodrow Call, very stoic …

 

… then I understood that he was a huge progression from Mac.

 

One of the first things I did, my first film, To Kill a Mockingbird, was with Horton Foote. Then we did a Faulkner short story called Tomorrow, and I played Jackson Fentry, who was really an introvert. And that’s why I didn’t want to do a guy like Call. I wanted to go the other way, which I knew I could do.

And we’ve just done another Horton Foote project, which is a little different. It’s more like my uncles and my Dad from Virginia. Interesting piece called Convicts, which is one of his favorite things. In a way, he’s my guy, Horton, and yet Horton loved Lonesome Dove.

I love doing rural guys. There are other things I want to do, too, but it’s hard to get ‘em off the ground. I’ve written a script where I play more of an urban guy, in this tango thing I’ve written. Connecting the two cities, New York and Buenos Aires, two middle-aged guys through social dancing. I know a guy in New York, an actor named Frankie Gio. He’s from South Bronx. He says “I got two gifts in my life – fighting and dancing!” He used to be a bouncer at Roseland. He said “Italians could jitterbug, the Jews could mambo!” (laughing) So we used to go up to the Palladium in New York and all that stuff. I’ve kind of written the script, and Ulu Grosbard who did True Confessions – he’s a good friend of mine – wants to do it.

Another thing I’ve developed is where I play a Pentecostal preacher. For years I’ve wanted to play one of these guys. It’s called The Apostle E. F. Hart, which was my mother’s name. But I can’t use the name Hart, because there are six preachers in Texas with that name, and I’ll be sued. So we’re just calling it The Apostle for now.

Once again, the guy has an outgoing side to him. But you know how those guys are, you see ‘em on television. I’ve been to churches all over America, black churches in downtown Brooklyn, churches in the hills of Georgia, in downtown L.A. Great preachers I’ve seen.

 

That would be a great challenge, I would think.

Oh, yeah. I dug up old J. Charles Jessup, who I used to listen to – he’d be on the radio from Del Rio, Texas years ago – that was their version of television, the evangelists. They were radio preachers. I always thought he was black, but he was white. And he was put in jail.

And you can’t read ‘em when you meet ‘em. You can’t read ‘em as much as you can a gypsy. Gypsies are gypsies, but preachers are preachers. You don’t know, you know? I saw what happened to Swaggart, and so forth.

I think some of the guys, when they’re right and a little bit honest, they’re pretty interesting. And talented! They can preach for three hours with no text. Unbelievable. Unbelievably talented. They say the only truly American art form is the American preacher. Some of the music, maybe. Jazz and country music.

 

You were going to make a record after Tender Mercies, weren’t you?

 

I made an album but it never came out, because the guy that produced it is a very strange guy. Chips Moman. He’s a very talented songwriter, and there were a couple of interesting songs. But it was six years ago. Maybe it’ll come out, I don’t know.

 

Are you sorry it didn’t?

Well, yeah, but the sorrow’s subsided because it’s been six years. It’s ridiculous. I mean, you make something, you come out with it. I don’t know what that’s about. Even if only three people hear it.

 

How much like Santini was your father?

Not a lot. My dad was quieter, and more of a brooder. He had a temper, but it was more of a brooding thing. My mother was more like Santini! I’ve met a lot of people who said their fathers were like Santini. They say this, or that, or what an ogre, but a lot of people had fathers like that, who they loved. At least he voiced things. He wasn’t so passive that he never voiced opinions … at least there was a care there.

 

Are there things in your career that you wish you hadn’t done?

I’m sure. I’m sure. I don’t think about it too hard. If I did, I’m sure I’d come up with a few! You do things for money sometimes. To pay the rent, you know?

 

Anything you believe you could have done better?

I have a superstition that once I’ve done ‘em, I see ‘em once or twice, then after three or four years I don’t want to see ‘em again. Then maybe if I’ll see something, I’ll watch and think well, if I don’t embarrass myself I figure I’m on the right track. I figure if I watched everything I could pick out what I’d want to do again.

 

You were offered The Silence of the Lambs, but chose to do Days of Thunder instead. Why?

First they offered me one part, and then the other, and I said “I’d rather work with Tom Cruise than wait around for these people to make up their minds.” First, I had lunch with the guy to play the Anthony Hopkins part. And he calls me 20 minutes later and says “I think I’d rather have you play the FBI, and have Anthony Hopkins play this.” Which was a strange move for a director to do. So I’m just as glad I did the Cruise thing.

I think that Silence of the Lambs is a well-made film. I don’t think it’s a great film; I don’t think there’s one great performance in it. I think that the guy’s very effective in the part; I think it’s very, very talented clichés. There’s nothing really fresh about it, because it’s like made-up material in a way – a guy eatin’ a liver, and this and that. But it was well-made. A little hammered-home with the close-ups.

 

It held your attention. But it was nothing near as well-made as my favorite film in many, many years, My Life As a Dog. I love stuff with kids. To me, My Life As a Dog was a perfect, perfect film.

 

Do you read your critics?

No. The last Broadway play I did, Mamet’s American Buffalo, that and Lonesome Dove were the greatest reviews I’ve ever gotten. It was like I wrote ‘em myself. But I get superstitious, even though they were good. I don’t collect ‘em, good or bad.

Let me just say this. I would be in trouble if all these critics liked me, or other fellow actors didn’t like me. When Steve Hill tells me I’m his favorite actor, that’s the greatest criticism. There was Steve Hill and Marlon Brando at the Actor’s Studio years ago, and Steve Hill was Strasberg’s favorite.

But he’s a maniac. He’s a Hassidic Jew that won’t work on Friday nights. But he’s very gifted. He was in a Horton Foote movie called Valentine’s Day, played the craziest part. Wonderful.

So when he gives me a gives me a review that’s positive … or when Waylon Jennings wants to meet me because of Tender Mercies … he told me what I did was absolutely impossible. And that’s play a Texan. So if I get a review from him like that, or from Steve Hill, then really that’s more valid than something that’s in the newspaper. If somebody likes me or doesn’t.

Like when Brando and these guys went to New York, he studied with Stella Adler, certain people studied with Uta Hagen. Nobody went to a workshop by Pauline Kael.

 

Can you still learn things from other actors?

You mean about my profession? Yeah, I learn more from other people, or documentaries, than necessarily other actors. I think Brando used to watch Candid Camera when he was a young actor, which makes a lot of sense.

 

Why didn’t you do Godfather III?

Well, it was money. Coppola went on the Larry King show and said “Bobby Duvall wanted loads of money.” But see, he twists it a little bit. The truth is that I said “It’s unacceptable that Al Pacino gets paid five times what I get paid.” Two, two and a half times, I would consider it. It wouldn’t be ideal, but I would accept that. But they didn’t even extend that as an offer.

So I figure, the only reason anybody’s doing Godfather III, I’m sorry, Coppola included, is the money. He’s about to go bankrupt, lose his house in Belize. He already lost his house in San Francisco, and they’re trying to foreclose on his beautiful estate in Napa Valley. So he needs money badly. Why wait 15 years to do a third one? It was for money. And if it wasn’t going to be proportionate, the correct amount at least as far as I was concerned, then I didn’t want to do it.

 

I wondered if you felt that Tom Hagen was part of you and your history – that, God forbid, they might re-cast the role with another actor?

It’s ironic, they had my ex-brother-in-law, John Savage, play my son. I was married to his sister, Gail Young. Not just my character, but I felt one of the weaknesses maybe in the film was that they didn’t have those fringe characters like Frankie Pantangelo and Paulie Gatto from the first one. There wasn’t enough of that to enrich it, really.

 

You saw it, then?

Yeah. It was OK. It wasn’t nearly as good as the first two. I turned on Godfather II about a month ago – I didn’t know it was on, and it was about an eighth into it. I said “That’s Godfather II, let me watch it for a minute before I go on to some sports …” And I could not change channels until it was over. It was that well-made, I thought.

He’s not the same filmmaker now, Coppola. The stuff he’s done lately – teenage movies in Oklahoma, he’s just not the same guy. And I think it’s because he directs some trailers, and he’s into the technical aspect and the futuristic thing of everything.

 

What’s next for you?

Well, we’re working on several projects. Everything’s a little elusive right now. We’re trying to get the rights to Eichmann in My Hands, the guy that actually, physically made the kidnapping of Eichmann in Argentina. We’ve contacted the guy in Israel. I want to play Eichmann. So we’re working on that and a few other things. Sometimes it’s slow, especially when you have personal projects, it’s very hard to raise money.

 

Are there things that you would like to play that haven’t been offered to you?

Oh yeah! I’d love to play Schindler’s List. You know the book? He was an industrial German, a Catholic Christian who saved 1,200 Jews? Ah, what a character! Man. It’s by a leading Australian novelist – I forget the guy’s name – who wrote this true story, but in kind of novel form. It’s one of the most moving books you’ll ever read. And it’s great – a true story!

I know that first Spielberg was gonna do it, then Scorsese, and now I think Peter Weir’s gonna do it. I’ve worked twice with those Australian directors and haven’t gotten along – so maybe the word’s out!

But I really feel I could do that part. It’s a great, great part. Strange, complex guy. They don’t know why he saved these Jews. Even though he would court the SS, gamble with them, give them caviar and food. To kind of help his position, and help the Jews at the same time.

I would like to do that. I want to do my preacher project, I want to do my tango project. Most of the things that I do have come to me. I don’t have readers. We develop projects. I’ve been fortunate that the things that have come to me have been great. ‘Cause when I’ve tried to generate something, like the preacher project, it’s tough. It’s tough to get money. I’m not good at it.

 

About a year after you won the Oscar, you said “It hasn’t brought in any other work yet.”

(laughs) It only helped to get a little more recognition at airports! That’s where you get recognized anyway. But no, nothing really happened.

 

The next film was The Natural.

Yeah, but I didn’t even want to do that. Redford asked me to do it, and he wouldn’t even give percentage points. My wife talked me into it. I don’t know, it was something to do. It was a fun project; I like working in Buffalo. It’s near Canada. I like Canada. Good Chinese restaurants.

 

Were you mad you didn’t win an Emmy for Lonesome Dove?

Let me put it this way: I was a little surprised. And I will never go back for another one. Never will I go back. Because it’s decided by committee, not by other actors. It’s almost like, when you keep saying something’s great, they go the other way. It didn’t win anything! If I ever won an award, it should have been for that. Even more than the Oscar. I mean, that was my performance. What can you say?

 

 

 

 

Extreme closeup: Diane Lane

Oct. 20, 2012/Connect Savannah

“I haven’t been onstage in a quarter of a century,” Diane Lane says from Chicago, where she’s doing six nights a week in Tennessee Williams’ Sweet Bird of Youth.

She still can’t believe how well it’s going. “It was a dare,” Lane explains. “It was definitely a throwdown.”

With more than 50 films on her resume — most of them very high–profile — Lane presumably had nothing to prove by treading the boards at Chicago’s Goodman Theatre.

She says otherwise.

“Think about it,” Lane asks. “If you’re going to balance out your life with raising children, and having a wonderful marriage, and having an ambitious career, and whatever … when do you really feel tested? I feel tested by all those things, but film is so different. Film is s–o–o–o different, for satisfying something that you’re not sure of yourself, really. Because you can never really know what the celluloid is picking up — now, that’s even a moot terminology — I feel so removed, in some ways, from the end product.

“In comparison to theater. This is very healing for me. It’s sort of like a very strong cup of coffee. Because it demands so much focus and intention, and not a little prayer! Like they say, there’s no atheists on turbulent airplanes — believe me, there’s not very many in the theater either.”

Lane was only 6 when she began on the stage, and with her first film, the sweet 1979 trifle A Little Romance, with Laurence Olivier, she was hailed as a breakout star.

There she was, on the cover of Time magazine. At age 14.

Less than a year later, Lane and her mother moved to Tybee Island. She was enrolled at Savannah Christian Preparatory School, and on her 15th birthday — Jan. 22, 1980 — mayor John Rousakis gave her the key to the city.

As far as Lane can recall, her classmates didn’t know (or care) that she was a Hollywood Whiz Kid, as Time had proclaimed.

“Some did and some didn’t,” she says. “Whenever you’re the new kid, you’re gonna get pecked. Those kids didn’t read Time magazine. Nobody really cared. Nobody kept track of that stuff. We were much more interested in Tiger Beat.”

She remembers going to the St. Patrick’s Day parade, but she didn’t live here for very long.

It took a few years and a couple of tries, but Lane became one of the few child performers to make the successful leap into adult roles. As an actress, she is extraordinarily sensitive, and has held her own — and even outshone — many of Hollywood’s smoothest, sharpest and most talented leading men (and women, for that matter).

Just take a look at the range: Lonesome Dove (the miniseries), Under the Tuscan Sun, The Perfect Storm, Unfaithful (Lane got an Oscar nomination for that one), The Glass House, Secretariat, A Walk on the Moon, Hollywoodland, Must Love Dogs, Chaplin, Hard Ball, The Cotton Club, Nights in Rodanthe.

She has received multiple Emmy and Golden Globe nominations.

Next summer, she’ll be on a zillion screens as Clark Kent’s mother in the Superman movie Man of Steel.

Lane’s is making a stop in Savannah to pick up an award from the Savannah Film Festival, and to conduct a Q&A following the Nov. 1 screening of A Little Romance.

Olivier

Diane Lane: I was kind of overwhelmed. I felt very grateful and surprised. He was very gracious with me and the young boy I was working with. Considering all his physical ailments that he had at the time, he was very gracious. I’m sure he was suffering physically.

 Lonesome Dove ….

Diane Lane: There was such reverence there, respect for the writing. From a Pulitzer Prize-winning novel. Everybody wanted it to live up to the writing, so it kept our standards very high, with a great deal of affection and authenticity. And that paid off, in terms of something we’re all continuing to be very proud of many years later.

My dad died 10 years ago, but before he died he made it very clear to my then 7–year–old daughter that Lonesome Dove was Grandpa’s favorite movie that Mom ever made. He made my daughter sit through all two or three nights in a row, which I think tested her patience a little bit.

… and the Emmy snubs

Diane Lane: We were so popular that I think the Emmy–voting body just felt that they couldn’t give it to us, because we already had such a popular vote, you know? They put Bobby Duvall in the front row; all he had to do was step out of his seat and accept his award. It was such a given. But none of that occurred.

Your scenes in The Perfect Storm were all on land. Did you ever go to watch the other actors film their scenes on the boat?

Diane Lane: I didn’t watch all of it. There was no reason for me to know more than my character knew at the time, which was just white–knuckling it, hoping for the best. The storm’s out there, and we’re inland, and freaking out about our men out there.

They dug down deeper than the foundation of Warner Brothers Studios had ever been dug down before. Because this boat would go up in the air, and then way down, and you sure didn’t want to have the hull of the boat hit the floor of the studio. That room became so full of water and diesel and I don’t know what, just a bouillabaisse of stuff that probably led to everybody getting sinus and ear infections and stuff.

Out of compassion as an actor, I did go and see George and Mark … you know, Mark got so sick one day. He was just puking and they kept rolling. They just edited out when he would throw up. It was just nonstop puking. It was so sad. But it added to his vulnerability.

Favorite movie roles

Diane Lane: In hindsight, you don’t realize how good you’ve got it until you’re on to something else, and then you find yourself waxing sentimental about how it used to be. I think I’ve been incredibly blessed with the people that I’ve managed to work with. That’s always the greatest sense of connection to the work, because you feel like you’ve met somebody in a moment in their lives, and you share this experience. You may never see them again, but you’ve created something together. It always amazes me when people come up on the street and say “Oh, I loved this particular film that you were in,” or “My son still loves this movie” or “My mom loves this movie.” I’m very touched that people still see these things. They seem to have a long afterlife, with all the different media sources that there are to watch movies.

I’m sure people mention the obvious ones, Unfaithful or Under the Tuscan Sun, but do you ever get something like “You were great in Judge Dredd,” and you don’t even remember making the film?

Diane Lane: For years, I would get stopped about Streets of Fire more than anything. And there is a very strong demographic of people that have affection for movies like Judge Dredd, or Untraceable. I think 10 people got to see Killshot, it was released so briefly. Like that was their insurance claim for the year, the studio loss. I don’t know what they did! They four-walled that thing. But it was a good movie and a really good director … it’s like if you have a lot of children, they all can’t make you proud, right? But you don’t love them any less.

Man of Steel

Diane Lane: We wrapped that last summer. It was always slated to take two years, because these giant releases take up so much magnetic pull, or whatever that is, of the studio’s attention, they have to schedule it. They can’t just put it out like a regular movie — it’s an event, you know?

What’s it like to know that you have what’s sure to be a blockbuster, money machine coming out?

Diane Lane: In some ways, it’s a different journey for sure. When you have that much expectation, I don’t know, it always makes me nervous. I’d much rather be the underdog and surprise myself and everybody else, too. Like “This movie turned out great! Please go see it before it’s gone!” I’m much more used to that than a movie that’s way in-your-face.

 

 

 

Allman biopic starts shooting Feb. 21 at Meddin

(I wrote this story for Connect Savannah, where I worked as the A&E editor, in February 2014. In the interview, conducted at Meddin Studios, director Randall Miller informs me that principal photography on Midnight Rider was to start Feb. 21.

On Feb. 20, Miller brought his crew to a railroad bridge slightly south of Savannah, for an unauthorized bit of guerilla filmmaking. As the world knows, crew member Sarah Jones was killed when a freight train unexpectedly bore down on the company.

Miller spent less than two years in prison for this, and the tragedy has now been totally expunged from his record. Make no mistake, even though he liberally spread the blame around, it was his decision that led directly to her death. I wouldn’t trust him with a bag of trash.

It kind of makes me sick that mine was most likely the last interview Miller did before he caused Jones’ death. And that he knew that he was lying when he told me shooting would commence on Feb. 21.

PS He almost killed many others, including actor William Hurt.)

 

 

The original story:

Principal photography begins Feb. 21 on Midnight Rider, based on legendary rocker Gregg Allman’s autobiography, at Meddin Studios. The film is being produced by Unclaimed Freight Productions, which made CBGB at Meddin in 2012.

Like the book, My Cross to Bear, the movie will take an unflinching look at Allman’s early years in the band he co-founded with his brother Duane, and the roller-coaster of massive successes and personal trials that followed Duane’s death in 1971.

“I’ve read a number of rock ‘n’ roll biographies, and I think his book is really self-effacing, honest and raw,” says director Randall Miller, who co-wrote Midnight Rider with his wife Jody Savin (they’re both producers of the film). “And he’s not afraid to say he didn’t like people, or their music. For us, as filmmakers, the fact that the book basically pulls no punches is pretty cool.”

Allman, who lives in Richmond Hill, is an executive producer on the film, along with Meddin owner Nick Gant.

Miller says the Rock and Roll Hall of Famer has been extremely hands-on during the process. “If you’re making a movie about real people, you’ve got to work with the people,” he explains. “I can’t tell a squeaky-clean story; I’ve got to tell a story that has all the warts or it’s not a movie. So Gregg is really open. There’s stuff in the movie that’s even far worse than what’s in the book.

“We talk about being a movie like Ray, where you really get the journey and you understand what the fame bubble is like.”

Allman’s battles with drugs and alcohol are well-known; he told Connect last year he got clean and sober in the 1990s. In 2010, he underwent a liver transplant. “He’s like the cat with nine lives,” Miller says.

Academy Award winner William Hurt will play the present-day Allman. For the salad days of the Allman Brothers Band, the role will be assayed by All-American Rejects singer Tyson Ritter.

Many of the classic Allman Brothers songs have been re-recorded by an all-star band, without vocals: Ritter will sing them live. And Wyatt Russell, who plays Duane, is an accomplished slide guitarist who can reproduce the band’s hottest licks.

In some scenes, the characters will lip-synch to Allman tracks, a technique Miller and Savin, and co-producer Brad Rosenberger, used for CBGB).

Casting isn’t complete yet, but several roles have been filled: Zoey Deutch (Vampire Academy) will play one of the Allman Brothers’ most rabid fans, and Eliza Dushku (TV’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Miller/Savin movie Bottle Shock) has signed on as another “woman of the road.”

CBGB co-stars Bradley Whitford and Joel David Moore will also be in town for the Midnight Rider shoot, which is expected to take about six weeks.

Unclaimed Freight has hired young SCAD actors to fill several smaller roles; extras casting is underway now.

While Meddin’s soundstages will be used to film the interior scenes, the Midnight Rider company will also shoot in downtown Savannah and on Tybee Island. There will be a “concert in the park” with the erstwhile Allman Brothers Band, too. Miller isn’t sure yet where or when that will take place.

Additional scenes will be shot in Macon, the Allman Brothers Band’s base in the late 1960s and early ‘70s.

Miller, Savin and company decided early on to change the title, the director explains, because My Cross to Bear – although it accurately describes Allman’s many ups and downs – has a religious connotation (it’s actually the title of a song Gregg wrote for the band’s debut album). Midnight Rider (from another Allman song) is an evocative title.

After spending hours talking with Allman, Miller says, he understands why the autobiography had that name.

“Even today with Gregg, the whole thing about his brother is really right under the surface. There’s a bit of guilt: ‘Why did I survive and he didn’t?’”

John Goodman – The man and the movies

@2012, Connect Savannah

One of the most recognizable character actors working today, John Goodman might also be the busiest — this week, three of his films are in Savannah theaters, including Ben Affleck’s box office smash Argo.

“When I saw it,” Goodman says of Argo, “I was on the edge of my seat. And I already knew what was gonna happen.”

Goodman will be at the Savannah Film Festival Oct. 28 to attend a screening of the new Denzel Washington thriller Flight, in which he has a pivotal role.

Already in the can for this prodigious talent: The Internship, with Will Ferrell, Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn, and the Coen Brothers’ Inside Llewyn Davis.

It’ll be the fifth Coen film for Goodman, whose bombastic comic presence in The Big Lebowski and O Brother Where Art Thou were instrumental in making those wonderfully quirky movies so … well, wonderfully quirky.

A native of St. Louis, Goodman first hit the public radar as Pap Finn in the original Broadway production of the Roger Miller musical Big River.

For a lot of people, he’ll always be Dan Conner, Roseanne Barr’s loveable lug of a husband on the long–running TV sitcom Roseanne.

We caught up with him at the end of a long day of interviews (called a “press junket”) for Flight.

Was doing Argo a no–brainer?

John Goodman: He called me in to that office that they had, and we sat down and shot the shit about baseball and stuff for a while. Then we got down to brass tacks. He was extremely prepared. Then Alan Arkin fell into the deal, and that was even better because I’ve really been a longtime fan, ever since I first saw him in The Russians Are Coming.

At what point do you consider a film a success?

John Goodman: You gotta blow off all the Oscar buzz talk and all that shit. Because that’s none of my business. That’s for people on Entertainment Tonight, Extra and all that stuff. That’s how they make their living, out of doing the red carpet stuff. So you just discount that stuff.

It’s how it makes me feel. If I get a good time doing it, and by good time I mean was it satisfying? That’s the only criterion I can have.

Do you ever get to the point where you see the finished film and go “This isn’t what we made”?

John Goodman: Uhhh… it’s happened.

In a long career, I guess they can’t all be great. To you, what’s the difference between a “paycheck film” and something you get really excited about? I mean, you work like a son of a bitch.

John Goodman: Well, there’s been times where I didn’t work like a son of a bitch. When I had a lot of down time. At that point you get — well, I did — kind of desperate that maybe you’re not gonna work again. So you wind up taking whatever comes along.

I’ve heard you say you’d like to do another TV series …

John Goodman: Yeah, you get to stay in one place for a while. You show up and work with people that you get to know. It becomes kind of like a family. Although in the case of the last experience, it was a highly dysfunctional family … but we grew to love each other. You show up every day and you see the same people, it gets to be fun.

Didn’t you and Roseanne recently do a series pilot together?

John Goodman: Yeah, we did a pilot for NBC. It was an idea that she had. But the times aren’t so good right now so she set it in a trailer park with a bunch of down–and–outers in Arizona. Then a family comes along that just lost everything in the stock market crash, or bubble, or whatever the hell it was, and how they adjust. It was great to be back with her. We had a lot of fun. But it wasn’t fun enough for NBC!

You’ve got another Coen Brothers movie coming up. Why is your chemistry so good with them?

John Goodman: I don’t know; I don’t know anything about chemistry. I know that I like ‘em, I like what’s on the page, I like the way they write and the way they think. They always make me laugh. To me, they’re terribly entertaining and interesting. You never know quite where things are gonna go with them.

It’s almost like a repertory company with them. Does that feel like a family to you?

John Goodman: Yeah, the first night I was on the set for Inside Llewyn Davis, I was gettin’ a makeup test. And Frannie, Joel’s wife — who won an Oscar for Fargo  — showed up with some soup for the boys. I thought that was cool.

What do you get hit up with most in airports?

John Goodman: Lebowski, it’s usually Lebowski. I used to get “Yabba Dabba Do,” but not so much any more, which is a relief.

And it’s always welcome. People yell out “Shomer Shabbos” or “Shut the fuck up, Donny” or something like that.

Of all the Coen films, why do you think Lebowski is the one that’s resonated so much?

John Goodman: I think the fact that the Dude Abides. (laughing). We all have an inner Dude. I don’t know. I think it’s the writing. It’s just a hodge–podge of mystery and goofiness.

You’ve been talking all day. Let me ask you, John — do you hate press junkets?

John Goodman: Yeah, because I’m no good at ‘em. And I just gotta make up shit to keep tap–dancin.’ People ask you questions, and then they shut off … it’s like they’re interrogating you. I’m just no good at it. I’m not clever. I’m lousy at cocktail parties. I don’t chit–chat well. It’s just uncomfortable, but apparently they can’t make a movie now without having this shit.

You’ve got another Monsters Inc. film for Pixar coming up.

John Goodman: Yeah! I go back in two weeks and work with Billy (Crystal), which is great because usually they put us in a room by ourselves … I don’t want to whine about shit, but it’s hard work. I mean, you’ve got to throw everything you’ve got physically into these voices to make ‘em live. And then you gotta do it over and over and over again, so that the directors have something to pick and choose from. I always feel like I’m doing it wrong, because they always want it again, three more times.

But when I’m working with Billy, the energy in the room just takes off. You don’t know where he’s gonna go. ‘Cause he’s so phenomenally clever. It’s just great to listen to him, and just hang on and see where you can go with it. The energy multiplies by 10.

Monsters Inc. was huge. Do you get little kids recognizing Sulley’s voice?

John Goodman: Not unless their parents shove ‘em at me, and say “This is Sulley.” Then they can hear it in the voice, and that’s pretty cool.

That’s kinda why I got into it in the first place, for my daughter. I used to bring cartoons home — and I’d try to bring good ones, like old Warner Brothers cartoons. And she got hooked on ‘em. Spielberg actually did a cartoon and asked me to be a part of it. Steven read all the lines, and I read the lines back to him. And that was really neat. She got a kick out of it.

Done any stage work recently?

John Goodman: Yeah, the last one I did was three years ago, I did Waiting for Godot on Broadway with Nathan Lane and Bill Irwin.

Never could understand that play, but God bless you.

John Goodman: Well, yeah, I don’t think you’re supposed to. It has an effect.

Is that something you enjoy too, because you’re in the same place?

John Goodman: It’s not just because of that, there’s an immediate response that you don’t get (with film) … and the audience becomes part of the performance. I want to get back. I’ve got one artificial knee, and I need to get another one before I can get back up and stand around for a couple hours yelling at people onstage.

Before we got started, you mentioned that you’d been in Savannah once?

John Goodman: I was doing a bus and truck theater show, and we played there. But I don’t remember much of it. I knew it was supposed to be really cool and everything, but we didn’t have time. Back on the bus. Leave.

Anything cool to say about Flight?

John Goodman: I’d never seen a movie like it before. There’s a lot of ambiguous characters in it who think they’re doing the right thing. It makes for fascinating watching. Especially Denzel, he’s really compelling.

Shine On: A Tribute to Pete Ham (liner notes)

SHINE ON : A TRIBUTE TO PETE HAM

Look at every existing photograph of Peter William Ham and you’ll see it – a deep sadness behind the eyes, a sense of longing for something as intangible as the wind, a gossamer dream, always in his thoughts but just beyond his grasp.

It’s a face that declares, with its world-weary gaze, that he knows there’s something better out there. It says, as Brian Wilson once declared, “I just wasn’t made for these times.”

That feeling runs through Pete Ham’s music, too, even the high-octane rockers and sublimely melodious love songs. As a key component of the Welsh/English band Badfinger, he gave us nearly 100 songs that reached for the skies, even as they explored the depths of the soul.

He was a rare bird, was Pete Ham. And when he left this world, on April 24, 1975, just three days before his 28th birthday, he left a hole as big as his Swansea-sized heart.

The musicians who’ve come together to salute this lost genius chose the songs they wanted to cover, as Pete Ham, along with the legacy of Badfinger, continues to move and inspire every generation.

“The more I learned about Badfinger,” says longtime Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers drummer Stan Lynch, who contributed to three of the Shine On tracks, “the more upset it made me, because they were so rich with promise. It’s not just a cautionary tale – it’s truly heartbreaking.”

As part of the Speaker Wars, with vocalist Jon Christopher Davis, Lynch turns “No Matter What” – Badfinger’s power pop anthem – into a gently swaying, country-rocking declaration of devotion.

And a second version of the song, with Davis and Indian vocalist Susmita Datta, re-imagines it as a psychedelic Hindustani dream.

With ex-Georgia Satellite Dan Baird, Lynch put together The Chefs; the band contributed a raucous rave-up version of “I Can’t Take It,” one of the few full-tilt rave-ups in the Ham catalog.

“That stuff was so infectious and fabulous, so obviously good,” Lynch says. “I never saw them live, but at the time when you heard those songs, you knew they were a cut above. The vocals were just so emotional. They weren’t showbiz. ‘Day After Day’ ripped my heart out.”

That song, perhaps Pete’s most indelible gift to the world, is interpreted on Shine On by singer/songwriter Shelby Lynne, who masterfully found the emotional core and gave it a blistering body that brings to mind nothing less than Dusty Springfield alongside the 1960s Wall of Sound.

That sort of inside-out happens time and again on this collection, from the sweet heartbreak of Mary Lou Lord’s bared-nerves take on “Baby Blue” to Amy Rigby’s spellbinding “Midnight Caller,” from Melanie’s heartbroken “Without You” (written by Pete with his Badfinger bandmate Tom Evans) to the love-has-no-limits rendition of “We’re For the Dark” by Mary Karlzen.

Each of the artists on Shine On – a true labor of love – would agree. We are all the better for however briefly sharing the planet with him.

Bill DeYoung

June 2022

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The story of River Phoenix and Aleka’s Attic

When Josh McKay’s friends learned that the 22-year-old guitarist was considering moving to Florida to play in a band with teenage actor River Phoenix, they suggested he might be crazy. Movie stars, they said, can’t make music. You’ll be back in Texas in a month.

But in 1988 Denton, a suburb of Dallas, was nowheresville as far as Josh McKay was concerned, and the primitive recordings he’d received from Phoenix were encouraging. “It was really nice, these really tight jam-box garage tapes,” McKay remembers. “It definitely struck me that, ‘This is about music. It’s not about some hobby trip.’” He’d had a couple of long, deep phone conversations with the young actor, about music, and creativity, and what they meant. He hadn’t seen any of River Phoenix’s movies.

River Phoenix, 1988 in Micanopy, photographed by John Moran.

Phoenix, who was not yet 18, had recently moved to a farmhouse near Micanopy, Florida – a rural town outside of Gainesville – with his family. At the time, he was onscreen in Running on Empty, which would bring him an Academy Award nomination.

River was passionate about music. He’d been playing guitar since the age of 4, and wrote his first song when he was 8. As a teen, his obsessions were punky singer/songwriter Elvis Costello, Ireland’s deep-thinking U2 and the feisty British pop band XTC.

On the basis of his original songs, Phoenix had secured a development deal from Chris Blackwell, president of Island Records, which had U2 on its roster. Island laid out funds to put a band together, to rehearse and record demos, and – provided the music was good enough – they’d promised to record a proper album at the end of the two-year deal.

So when the Phoenix family relocated to Florida from Eugene, Oregon in 1988, the first thing River did was claim the detached garage behind the house as his rehearsal room. He called it the Attic.

One of Blackwell’s A&R reps knew Josh MacKay and his (defunct) Texas band, Joshomisho, and thought she heard a similar, free-form element in River Phoenix’s songs.

Phoenix was making his home tapes with Josh Greenbaum, also 17, who came up from South Florida just to help his friend start the band. Greenbaum’s mother had grown up with Arlen “Heart” Phoenix, River’s mother, in the Bronx, and the families stayed close through the years.

Greenbaum had drummed for a metal band – after he left, the group changed its name to Saigon Kick and got famous – and he had to learn a whole new way of playing, softer and with complex rhythm changes, to jell with River.

Greenbaum’s fondest memories are of the days he and his friend sat on the trampoline in the Phoenix back yard, working out songs.

Out in Texas, McKay was half-heartedly taking anthropology classes and wondering what to do next. He found himself drawn in by the songs on the cassette tapes, and began inventing basslines around them, although he was a guitarist by training and hadn’t ever seriously played bass.

Still, he was intrigued, and once he discovered that he shared other interests with Phoenix – a vegetarian lifestyle, and a strong belief in animal rights – he decided it might not be so strange after all.

“I left as soon as my finals were done; I wasn’t really thinking about it too much,” McKay recalls. “I just said ‘this is a very unusual thing to fall down from out of nowhere’; some people down in Florida, in Gainesville where I’ve never heard of, want me to come out and hang out, and maybe play together. I didn’t have anything in Denton happening that looked like a musical forward motion.”

Included in the development deal was a retainer fee for the chosen musicians, so McKay’s room and board was picked up as long as Island remained on the line. Both he and Greenbaum lived with the Phoenix family for the first year.

Josh Greenbaum and River picked him up at the Gainesville Airport, and McKay loved the area, the home and the family – River, his parents and his four siblings – as soon as he got a look at them. It was very much a ‘Yes,’” he says, smiling at the memory. “Really, really good feeling together immediately.”

McKay was accepted into the extended family; he and River hit it off and furiously began writing and singing together. Sister Rain Phoenix, two years younger than River, was recruited to play keyboard and sing harmony, and the band was completed with the addition of 17-year-old Tim Hankins, a Gainesville native, on viola.

Hankins met Rain through a mutual friend. A member of the Gainesville Chamber Orchestra, he’d never before played pop music – a good thing, because the band wasn’t about to do things in the usual way. The key word was experimentation.

 

Toys in the attic

Clockwise from left: Tim Hankins, River Phoenix, Rain Phoenix, Josh McKay and Josh Greenbaum.

Aleka is a poet and philosopher. The Attic is a meeting place where he lives, and he has a secret society. They come and visit him and read his works.

He then dies, and they meet regularly and continue the readings of his works, and from that learn their own, and become filled with this new passion for life.  And they express it through our music.

River Phoenix, 1989, interview with the author

Following a two-week tour of east coast clubs in early ’89, the band – now called Aleka’s Attic – joined the Gainesville music scene. River, his bandmates agree, was dedicated to his craft and paid little attention to those who said Aleka’s Attic was nothing more than a vanity project.

“He was the most annoyingly committed guy you’ve ever met in your life,” says Greenbaum. “Nonstop, every moment.”

Adds McKay: “For him, everything that mattered, he would cram in at the same time. So each limb was independent, because his time was precious. His time to enjoy was just as precious as his time to be creating music.”

The pattern began almost immediately: River was off to Los Angeles to make another movie, and then another, and each time Aleka’s Attic sat dormant in Gainesville for months at a stretch. The two-year development deal was frozen each time he left on a film assignment.

“There was a lot of change and readjustment of lives,” Greenbaum remembers. “It became a problem at times, it definitely did. Never to the point where there were big fights or anything.”

McKay: “He was at the mercy of a lot of other forces, and we were second generation from that.”

Greenbaum: “We were kind of at the mercy of his career.”

Tim Hankins, in particular, grew to resent the interruptions. “We’d practice for six or eight months, and we’d kind of reach this apex … and then he would go off for three months and do a film,” he says.

“It was like coitus, you know? It was like we worked toward something that never came to fruition.”

Hankins says River went out of his way to be nice to fans, to distance himself from the 40-foot-tall guy on the movie screen.

“He always took this posture of trying to dissolve this myth that had been created,” Hankins explains. “If you saw the way he dressed … if you didn’t know him, you’d think he was a homeless person.”

Likewise, he didn’t play bossman with his bandmates. “River was one of the most diplomatic people I’ve ever known,” Greenbaum says. “He had a way of making things flow – of taking energy from one place and driving it in another direction. He was constantly trying to keep things peaceful.”

In 1991, the Phoenix/McKay composition “Across the Way” appeared on Tame Yourself, a benefit album for People For the Ethical Treatment of Animals. A multi-layered, stream-of-consciousness piece about hypocrisy, it is the only Aleka’s Attic song ever to be officially released in River’s lifetime.

That year, Phoenix made the films Dogfight and My Own Private Idaho back-to-back. “After we did two-and-a-half months’ touring, up the East Coast twice, then we came back and  did the ‘Here’s where we’re at’ demos,” Greenbaum says.

“But as soon as we finished it, River went off to do press stuff for three months. And so Island was just sitting there with the demos. That was really the big period of change.”

Tim Hankins says he “just couldn’t get along” with River any more, and by late spring he’d left the band.

In August, Aleka’s Attic re-convened as a quartet, with the intention of really getting their album into gear. River returned all excited, McKay recalls, because he had ben offered the big-budget movie Sneakers.

“We started talking about going to L.A.,” the bassist says, “and instead of making the record the band would practice when he wasn’t doing the film. And I just sort of crumbled under that concept.”

Remaining in Gainesville, McKay and Hankins put together another band, Emperor Moth.

Greenbaum went to California with River and Rain; with T-Bone Burnett producing, they cut a couple of demos for Island while Sneakers was in production, using guest bass players.

“Those two demos that we did in L.A., those were pretty much the crux of the deal,” according to Greenbaum. “This was it. We had already gone over the two-year thing, and we had got to the point where we had to make a decision. It was overdue.”

Island heard the tapes – and passed. “It wasn’t like they just dropped us; they heard the demo and it wasn’t – in my opinion – marketable enough for them.”

A man possessed

River was actually relieved; he decided to finance and record the album on his own, at his own pace.

Today, there are 20 or more incomplete songs “in the can” at Pro Media Studios in Gainesville, the result of several furious months of recording in 1992 and ’93. Those who were at the sessions say River worked like a man possessed, as if he knew his time was short.

River Phoenix played his last two Gainesville shows in October 1992, with Rain, Josh Greenbaum and a bassist named Sasa Raphael.

“We still considered ourself a band – it was Rain, Sasa, River and I,” Greenbaum explains, adding that the group billed itself as the Blacksmith Configuration.

“It was rawer, and I think more nitty-gritty than ever. We became the tight garage band that we’d started as. We came full circle, in a way, but more mature.”

Hollywood beckoned again, and this time River accepted three movies in a row. “At that point, I began to look for things to keep myself busy,” Greenbaum says. “I decided I just can’t live for this one thing any more. I gotta make stuff happen.”

Greenbaum joined the jazz group Scarf & the Happy Dragons (later renamed Mindwalk) and Big White Undies.

River died Oct. 31, 1993, two months after the last session at Pro Media. A lethal combination of drugs killed him on the sidewalk outside L.A.’s Viper Room nightclub; he was expecting to jam that night with the house band. He was 23.

Josh Greenbaum maintains his friend didn’t abuse drugs. “I know that the time I spent with him was spent trying to be as healthy as we could,” he says. “Not only physically, but in lots of other ways, mentally.

“He was totally pro-life, and pro-happiness, and was constantly trying to make himself and everyone around him better.”

He wasn’t an angel – name one musician who is, Greenbaum asks– but he wasn’t a junkie. Josh believes River simply got run down on the Los Angeles fast lane.

“L.A. is a swamp, it’s a pit,” he says. “And I think it was just one night of … having too much fun. Simple: Young person making a mistake.”

Tim Hankins had settled his differences with River – he even played on some of those last sessions – and was chummy with him again before leaving in the spring to study music at the University of Miami.

“I spent three years of my life devoted to this thing, and we had some pretty amazing adventures,’ Hankins explains. “Some pretty difficult times, and some pretty great times. It was just a really amazing journey to be on.”

Josh McKay was two weeks into an extended tour of Indonesia when he got the news. On Nov. 5, he was scheduled to check in with his brother in Gainesville, for the first time since he’d left. His travels were taking him through jungles and over mountains, away from telephones and newspapers.

Before he left Bali for Sumatra, Josh intended to give his brother a forwarding address – River had expressed an interest in joining him, and McKay was hoping to spend some “quality time” with his former bandmate and songwriting partner.

Over dinner in his hotel, McKay struck up a conversation with a man from Finland, a musician and composer. They talked about music, mostly.

“Our conversation was just a real nice exchange,” McKay recalls. “And it ended up turning very abruptly and very unexpectedly, with him mentioning having read an article about some young American actor who died.

“And instantly, the hammer struck.”

@1994 Bill DeYoung/The Gainesville Sun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For the birds: Ralph Heath’s long, strange flight path

In the 45 years he operated the Suncoast Seabird Sanctuary, Ralph Heath had been nipped by thousands of birds. Any traumatized wild animal will lash out, of course, and since Heath had performed emergency surgery on broken wings, legs and beaks, from tiny songbirds to gangly herons and pelicans, his hands and arms were tattooed with scars from decades of defensive, and often painful, beak bites. He paid them no mind.

He also ignored the toxic bite of a brown recluse spider, which led to his death Oct. 2.

It’s likely Heath was bitten at the Starkey Road warehouse where he’d lived in virtual exile since 2016, when he was forcibly removed from the world-famous Indian Shores avian hospital and park he’d founded, after a litany of accusations – and worse – about misappropriated funds, inadequate bookkeeping and shoddy animal husbandry. The attendant bad press led to a treacherous decline in donations, the nonprofit sanctuary’s lone source of income.

It was an ignominious end to a soaring success story.

“Ralph’s only weakness was that he was too trusting of people, and solely focused on the birds,” said his son Alex von Gontard, a member of the board of directors that forced him out. “He admitted that he wasn’t a strong businessman. He would always say, ‘The birds will always provide.’”

Ralph had grown up privileged in Tampa, the only child of surgeon Ralph T. Heath and his wife Helen. As befitting a doctor’s son, he never had to want for anything. “When he was ten, he got his captain’s license – so his father bought him a boat,” wrote Sarah Gerard in her book of essays Sunshine State. “When he was 14, he owned 18 cars. When Ralph entered high school, his father bought him a ’61 Corvette. When he graduated, his father offered to buy him a new one.” Which he promptly did.

Ralph Jr. was obsessed with animals, and collected turtles, which he kept in filtered pools in the family’s back yard. If he and his friends happened upon an injured squirrel, rabbit or bird, they’d bring it to Dr. Heath and watch him stitch it up. Then they’d nurse the animal back to health.

He studied pre-med zoology, taking seven years to finish his undergraduate degree at the University of South Florida. He married Linda, his high school sweetheart, and wondered lazily how he should occupy his future. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted the responsibility of a veterinary practice.

The Heath family had a weekend getaway in Indian Shores, an acre and a half on the beach side of Gulf Boulevard. In the 1950s and ‘60s, Ralph loved to tell people, you could walk on the sand for miles without encountering another human being.

billdeyoungcom Ralph Heath Jennie Grimes
Early days: Ralph Heath and volunteer Jennie Grimes. Promotional photo.

In December, 1971, he was driving and spotted a cormorant – a sleek, black bird known for its underwater fishing prowess – limping along the side of the road with a shattered wing. He captured it and brought it to the beach house.

Since his father was unavailable, Heath called Pasadena veterinarian Richard Shinn, a family friend. Shinn set the wing, cleaned the wound and told the 25-year-old Heath the cormorant needed rest and rehabilitation before it could be safely released back into the wild.

“I’ve done my job,” he told Ralph Heath. “Now it’s up to you.”

Heath, who could spin a yarn, repeated that one – the lightbulb moment the Suncoast Seabird Sanctuary was conceived – many times over the decades. Charismatic and confident, he was no stranger to the art of self-promotion.

The cormorant – Ralph named him Maynard – was followed by a busted-up seagull from the Redington Long Pier. Next, someone called about a pelican ensnared in fishing line and hooks.

He took them all in.

“He was full of piss and vinegar, whatever you want to call it,” said Shinn, now 93, retired and living in North Carolina. “He was really wrapped up into it – and, of course, the average person wouldn’t do that. But he was just a big pushover for injured birds.”

Word spread about Ralph Heath, the patron saint of birds in trouble, and within two years of establishing the sanctuary on his parents’ property, he was famous. Profiled regularly in the St. Petersburg Times and Evening Independent, he was also featured in Smithsonian Magazine and the New York Times. Charles Kuralt interviewed Ralph for On the Road. Even Captain Kangaroo sent a film crew.

The narrative was always pretty much the same: Between 15 and 50 birds came to the sanctuary every day, thousands per year. They arrived from backyards in boxes and bags. When calls came in about large seabirds like pelicans or egrets, wrapped up in mangroves or dragging a wing on some dock or seawall, someone – usually Ralph – would go and fetch it.

Those that could not be released into the wild, following treatment by Heath or the vets he regularly consulted, lived out their natural lives in roomy pens built next to the house. He employed a small hospital staff, and local teenagers lined up for the honor of volunteering for him.

He was featured in a full-page ad that ran in Playboy magazine in 1975:

PROFILE: Tireless. Extremely dedicated, working eighteen hours a day without pay to repair the damage suffered by birds and their environment.

SCOTCH: Dewar’s “White Label.”

This was approximately the same time that Ralph, newly divorced, began dating actress Dawn (Gilligan’s Island) Wells, who lived in one of the giant condos up the beach.

Permanent-resident brown pelicans began breeding in their sanctuary pens, which had never before happened in captivity. When the chicks left their nests, the staff would “teach” them to catch fish in their plastic wading pools. Once the birds were fledged, the protective overhead netting was rolled back, and they were allowed to leave their pens. They always returned at sunset.

Eventually, the netting was made permanent, and the young pelicans were on their own. The Suncoast Seabird Sanctuary released 200 “new” brown pelicans into the wild this way, which might have contributed to the species’ removal from the Endangered Species List in 1985 (captive breeding was eventually made illegal by federal legislation).

At the height of its popularity, the Suncoast Seabird Sanctuary boasted 100,000 human visitors annually.

Until his death in 1986, Ralph’s father – dressed in khakis, a safari shirt and a pith helmet – roamed the sanctuary grounds, greeting visitors and leading tours. Back in the home/office, Helen Heath was her son’s bookkeeper.

“Ralph,” said Kevin Doty, Heath’s friend and attorney for the last 15 years of his life, “always deferred to his mother the business end of the sanctuary. Because Ralph’s attention was not paperwork. Ralph’s attention was birds.”

In 1982, Ralph married wildlife photojournalist Beatrice Busch, heiress to the Anheuser-Busch fortune, whose Missouri-based family wintered on Pass-a-Grille. In short order, the newly-minted Mr. and Mrs. Heath had three sons – Andrew, and twins Alex and Peter – and when the couple divorced in 1988, the boys went with their mother.

In time, they took the surname of their new stepfather, Adalbert von Gontard III.

Ralph continued to devote himself to his feathered friends. As Indian Shores became more developed, his 1.5 acre attraction – for a tourist attraction it had become – raised the ire of neighboring hotel and condominium owners, who saw it as an eyesore and a “waste” of valuable beachfront property. They complained about the smell, too.

“Ralph always believed, and I tended to believe, that the sanctuary was becoming a sore spot for elected officials,” said attorney Doty. “He believed there really was a vendetta against him.”

He was also beginning to make questionable choices. He purchased a waterfront home for himself, and allegedly spent more than $300,000 on a party yacht (he claimed it was being used as a research vessel). He was accused of letting a photographer take photos of scantily-clad young women, for a calendar, after hours on sanctuary property.

It was after the turn of the century that the squall of controversy became a hurricane. “When other businesses were laying off employees in the 2008 financial crisis and donations ground to a standstill, Ralph attempted to retain his full-time staff of over 25 employees,” related Alex von Gontard. “He even leveraged the sanctuary property to simply cover payroll; however, when that dried up too, he was levied with significant payroll tax fines and criticized in the media.”

Facing mounting debts and an IRS lien, Heath sold the deed to the property to Seaside Land Investments, the Dallas-based LLC owned by his estranged sons and their stepfather.

In 2013, three-quarters of the staff resigned on the same day, after one too many missed payrolls, and growing ever-weary of Heath’s increasingly eccentric behavior.

He often told the story about his friend Jim Billie, the Seminole chief, and how he was certain Ralph had an “aura,” or a sort of radar, that birds “picked up on.”

In Sarah Gerard’s Sunshine State, Heath says:

“You get a wild heron or egret just to walk up to you, stand there without moving, and let you pick it up and operate on it without any anesthesia. I’m talking about setting wings, setting legs, sewing them up. Now, because it’s just me and it’s usually late at night, so nobody else is around. The bird will lie absolutely still, just like that dish there. And looking at me.”

Helen Heath, who had handled her son’s books since day one, died in 2014 at the age of 104.

The Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission inspected the sanctuary and Heath’s house. He was charged with 59 misdemeanors over the way Suncoast was caring for its non-releasable residents, and his permit to treat migratory birds was rescinded.

At a subsequent raid at the windowless, sanctuary-owned Starkey Road warehouse, investigators discovered dozens of sick and injured birds wandering unattended, the floors thick with feathers, rotting fruit and feces. Eight birds had to be euthanized. Dozens of turtles were discovered swimming in a filthy pool that smelled of chemicals. Heath was charged with possessing migratory birds with an expired license, trying to rehabilitate injured wildlife in an unapproved location and other violations.

He was also captured, on a clandestine phone video, taking coins from sanctuary donation boxes and stuffing them into his pockets.

Enough, the von Gontards said, was enough. According to Alex, “as the media frenzy continued and donations continued to wane, we decided that it was in the best interest of the sanctuary to continue the mission without Ralph.”

He was allowed to reside at the warehouse, provided he stayed away from the beach property, which was immediately re-branded the Seaside Seabird Sanctuary. Rehabbing the rehab center and its tattered reputation had commenced.

Although they don’t reside in Florida, the brothers remain on the board of directors today, and say they are actively involved in Seaside’s operation.

Like a crippled bird in a pen, Ralph Heath lived out his days in this warehouse at 12238 Starkey Road in Largo. Photo: Bill DeYoung.

Ralph’s buddy Zach Platt used to drop by the warehouse on the way to visit his girlfriend in Dunedin. They’d stand outside the front door and shoot the breeze. “I was in there one time,” Platt said, “and the stench was so bad I couldn’t stand it.”

How did Ralph stand it? “He just acted as though it didn’t exist.”

According to Platt, Kevin Doty and a second lawyer Ralph hired “were just floored about how naive Ralph was about a lot of things. They couldn’t figure out how Ralph got so far being the way he was. But he did.”

His friends have pieced together Heath’s final days: He ignored the spider bite until it became infected and he began feeling poorly. After a stay in the hospital, he checked in, on doctor’s orders, to Tierra Pines Rehab Center.

During his exercise regiment on the afternoon of Oct. 2, he complained of feeling dizzy, and collapsed, likely from a cardiac event. He subsequently died at Largo Medical Center. He was 76.

A memorial service is scheduled for 11 a.m.-1 p.m. Friday, Oct. 22 at Anderson-McQueen Tyrone Chapel, 7820 38th Avenue N.

The von Gontard brothers intend to install a plaque at Seaside Seabird Sanctuary, to honor their estranged father’s legacy.

“Although sometimes misunderstood, we would like Ralph to please be remembered as a champion for nature and the environment and for his life of service to the birds,” said Alex. “He had a love for all creatures great and small, and a commitment to a cause that present and future generations can be proud of as we continue on a path to a more environmentally friendly and sustainable world.

“As Ralph said, ‘Everyone always gravitates to the cute and cuddly mammals; but, if you can take the time to win over the heart of a bird – well then, you really have something special.’”

 

Burt Reynolds and the ‘Miracle at the Truck Stop’

@2004

JUPITER, Fla. – During the late 1970s and early ’80s, whenever he appeared on the Tonight Show, Burt Reynolds rarely failed to mention Jupiter, where he lived and was planning to build a “top quality” theater.

Johnny Carson always seemed to think he was kidding.

Groundbreaking for the Burt Reynolds Dinner Theatre and Institute for Theatre Training, on five acres at A1A and Indiantown Road, took place on May 19, 1978.

“What I’m trying to do is pay back the people here who have been so loyal to me,” Reynolds, who’d grown up in nearby Riviera Beach, told reporters. “There’s a real need for a theater here. This has been a dream of mine for a long time.”

Reynolds was, at that moment, the top male box office star in America. His Hollywood buddies, who knew of the actor’s dedication to home and hearth, never doubted his sincerity.

Actor Charles Nelson Reilly, a friend from Reynolds’ days in New York theater, remembers his first trip to Jupiter. Reynolds drove Reilly and Dom DeLuise down Indiantown Road – one unpaved lane a mile east of the U.S. 1 truck stop – and stopped the car.

“There was a mound, and he said ‘I’m going to build a theater here,’ and we all thought he was crazy,” Reilly says.

Still, Reynolds persevered and the $2 million Burt Reynolds Dinner Theatre and Institute for Theatre Training made its debut Jan. 30, 1979. Reilly takes credit for coining the phrase “Miracle at the Truck Stop,” which they had printed on bumper stickers.

“When it opened,” Reilly recalls, “the L.A. Times said ‘Burt Reynolds Institute? What’s next, the Anson Williams Conservatory and the Sonny Bono Academy?’ And he got so depressed.”

Still, no one had seen anything like it in Jupiter, and the opening season was sold out months in advance.

“I want a theater for people who haven’t seen live theater, and at prices they can pay,” Reynolds said before the opening. “I imagine we might have as 75 percent of the audience guys who climb out of pickups. I hope we’ll also get knowledgeable aficionados of good theater.”

First-night tickets cost $18.95; all other shows were $14.95. Season tickets were sold for $74.75 per person.

To enter the 400-seat auditorium, audiences passed an elaborate fountain, and a commissioned statue of Reynolds by Miami sculptor Manuel Carbonell.

“Vanities,” directed by Reynolds and starring his then-girlfriend Sally Field, came first. The cast also included Tyne Daly and Gail Strickland. Reynolds and Field next co-starred in “The Rainmaker,” also directed by Reynolds. Karen Valentine (of TV’s “Love American Style”) starred in “Born Yesterday,” followed by Stockard Channing in “Two For the Seesaw.”

“I’ve made friends who grew up in theater,” Reynolds said that first year. “They’d like to do it again, but they just don’t want to get clobbered by the New York critics. They want to have fun.”

Indeed, the first seasons were jammed with A-list actors Field, Martin Sheen, Charles Durning, Farrah Fawcett (making her stage debut in “Butterflies Are Free”), Richard Basehart, Carol Burnett, Jose Quintero, Robert Urich (Reynolds’ old footbal pal from Florida State University), Abe Vigoda, Ossie Davis, Jim Nabors and a then-unknown John Goodman.

“I would just ask the actors ‘What’s your favorite play?’ or “What’s your biggest challenge?’,” Reynolds wrote in his autobiography. “Singers want to act. Actors want to sing.”

Reilly himself replaced an ailing Channing in a production of Ernest “On Golden Pond” Thompson’s “Answers,” a collection of three one-act plays about friendship. He played opposite Reynolds; the other vignettes were acted by Ned Beatty and Charles Durning, and Kirstie Alley and her husband Parker “Hardy Boys” Stevenson.

Joshua Logan came to Jupiter to direct Martin Sheen and Simon Oakland in “Mister Roberts”; Sheen’s son Emelio Estevez, yet to make his mark in the movies, also was in the cast.

Later, a production of “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest,” directed by Reynolds, starred Sheen, Andrienne Barbeau and Sheen’s other son, Ramon Estevez – later to be known professionally as Charlie Sheen.

Reilly lived on and off at Reynolds’ three-story home on Jupiter Island for 17 years, teaching daily at the institute and working on shows, behind the scenes and on the stage.

It was, he says, a wonderful time for everyone associated with the place.

“I lived on the beach, and you could go out and look left and right, and not see another human being on Jupiter Island,” Reilly says. “We would have parties, and nobody would go in the water. Reynolds had all these towels that were the size of blankets, and hats for the sun.

“But there was so much to do in the theater, with the teaching and the kids and the mainstage plays, that you never thought of the beach. It was rather sad in a way, but there was so much to do.”

The audiences ate it up, and, Reilly says, the performers were only too happy to receive such genuine appreciation from a theater-starved community.

“There were always elderly people, and sometimes someone would get sick in the middle of a matinee and have to go to the hospital,” he remembers. “And I would go into the ambulance with them and say ‘Don’t worry, it’s not that good a show. You didn’t miss that much.’”

After two seasons, several rows of seats were installed to augment the dinner tables, and the venue’s name was changed to the Burt Reynolds Jupiter Theatre.

There were three private dining areas overlooking the auditorium, for VIPs. “They had waiters and waitresses,” Reilly recalls. “It was like you’d died and gone to heaven. The china and the tablecloths were unbelievable.”

Often, Reilly or another actor would return to Los Angeles after many months in Jupiter, only to be called back in a pinch.

One year, living at the beach house, Reilly was being visited by actress Julie Harris, who was laying low after an illness, and veteran character actor Vincent Gardenia, who was at the time teaching at the Reynolds Institute.

“Brian Keith was making a movie, and it got delayed, so he couldn’t come do the show he was scheduled to do, whatever it was,” Reilly recalls.

“We were to start rehearsals Tuesday, and we had nothing. No attraction. So I said to Julie and Vincent, who were sitting in the kitchen, what about ‘Death of a Salesman?’ and they said OK, that’s fine. And we did it, and it was amazing.

“It was the best ‘Death of a Salesman’ I ever saw, not because I did it, but because of the quality of the acting.

“One critic in the area wrote that it was like ‘having Christmas and your birthday on the same day, with no limits to the gifts.’”

“Death of a Salesman,” Burt Reynolds Dinner Theater, 1981: l-r Julie Harris, Vincent Gardenia, James Nemec and Kenneth Kay.

The Burt Reynolds Institute for Theatre Training put on lunchtime matinees; classes were every day. Each season, 10 theater students were awarded scholarships.

Among its successful alumni are singer Lisa Felcoski, who does TV jingles, and stage actress Anastasia Barzee, recently seen opposite Kevin Kline in “King Lear” on Broadway. According to Reilly, Reynolds was fiercely dedicated to teaching. “I never knew who that person was on the posters and in the movies,” he says. “Because he was always this wonderful man.

“He and I would teach at midnight, because he liked to teach then. I mean, no one teaches at midnight. But they’d stay till 4 a.m., then we went to the truck stop and had breakfast.”

Sadly, the dream ended in 1989; Reynolds’ financial woes cost him the facility, and it spent the next 10 years under several owners who tried to keep things going, but for one reason or another couldn’t rekindle the old magic.

Out of Office: ‘The West Wing’ says goodbye

@2006 Scripps Newspapers

Talk about life imitating art imitating life. On Sunday’s episode of The West Wing, President Josiah Bartlet leaves office after two successful terms, turning over the keys to the Oval Office to the new guy, President–elect Matt Santos.

It’s also the end of the lease for The West Wing itself, winner of 34 Emmys, and one of the most critically lauded TV dramas of the past 25 years.

Cast and crew shot Sunday’s final scene March 30 on the West Wing set in Los Angeles. After seven seasons locked inside America’s most famous address, it was time to throw open the doors.

“We stayed up all night for the last shot, which was extraordinary,” says Allison Janney, four–time Emmy winner for her portrayal of press secretary C.J. Cregg (the character was promoted to Chief of Staff in 2005), in a phone interview. “Around midnight, the lobby of the West Wing area was just packed with tons of actors and people. We were all there as the president says goodbye to his staff for the last time. We stood there and clapped for half an hour.”

Veteran actor Martin Sheen, as Bartlet, had become a father figure to his castmates — much as the president had been to the White House staff. For Bradley Whitford, an Emmy winner as Deputy Chief of Staff Josh Lyman, “It was tremendously disorienting and sad. It’s like leaving a cult — an unprecedented volume of intimacy and camaraderie.”

West Wing creator and writer Aaron Sorkin and producer Thomas Schlamme, who’d left the series after the fourth season, returned for the group hug and ensuing wrap party. “I think the show ended at the right time,” adds Whitford, interviewed separately.

“It was such a special experience for all of us who worked on it, and you don’t want to pull the taffy too thin on these things. You get into years eight and nine and you’re feeding the beast, and people could start to not care as much as they should.”

Pressure cooker

Sorkin’s rapid–fire dialogue sometimes made The West Wing seem more like a reality show than a scripted drama. Politically savvy and smart, the series leavened the stentorian scenarios with healthy doses of humor.

Once you got to know the characters, you understood that the humor was the way they blew off steam during their profoundly difficult days inside the pressure cooker of American government.

“Aaron never set out to feed everybody their civic vegetables,” Whitford says. “We didn’t do this so we could teach America what was right and what was wrong.”

Whitford, whose character left the White House to manage Santos’ presidential campaign in the sixth season, says that “Aaron assumes the audience is as smart and funny as he is. He’s trying to entertain himself.”

It was a tightrope, Janney says, that could be hard to walk. “Aaron writes in this incredible rhythm,” she explains. “Every word, every punctuation mark was put there for a reason. “So if we added an extra ‘uh,’ we had to go back and re–shoot because it wrecked the rhythm of it. That drove people crazy sometimes. But it was worth it when we got it.”

Moving forward

Janney and Whitford are immeasurably proud to have The West Wing on their resumes. “The greatest thing was that the passion for doing this show never dipped,” Whitford says. “For seven years, we got to do a show that was not humiliating and not about a semen–splattered corpse.”

Janney says she still feels as if the show is on hiatus. The idea of no more C.J. Cregg, she says, is “mind–boggling. I feel very spoiled, too, like ‘Is it ever going to be as good as this again?’ “What am I possibly going to do that’s going to fulfill me and satisfy me and challenge me as much as The West Wing did?”

Dear John

Life at The West Wing was rocked in December with the death of actor John Spencer, whose Leo McGarry had been a keystone since the very first episode (as Chief of Staff for six seasons, followed by his resignation to run for vice president alongside Matt Santos, played by Jimmy Smits).

“Everything was kind of put into perspective when we lost John, and that makes the end of a TV show feel pretty puny,” says Whitford.

Spencer, a longtime stage actor, also won an Emmy for The West Wing.

“The weight and gravitas that John had about being an actor was the same that he gave to Leo, and that’s what was so great about him,” Janney offers.

“He had an unbelievable respect for the craft of acting and how you go about it. “You wouldn’t find him on the gag reel much — he was very hard on himself, and worked so hard, and would know his lines better than anybody. He’d be so happy if he did a great take, and would always be so appreciative of other people’s acting.”

Spencer, Janney says, shared her disinterest in political matters; they were simply actors reading lines of written dialogue. “I felt like John got me, and I got him,” she laughs. “Brad and Richard (Schiff, as director of communications Toby Ziegler) are so incredibly bright and politically minded, and can talk for hours about politics.

“John and I would just look at each other … with our eyes going around in circles. And we’d talk about some actor we’d seen on Broadway that we loved.”

Levels of hell: Chuck Sereika and 9/11

@2006 Scripps Treasure Coast Newspapers

VERO BEACH, Fla. — It wasn’t bravery that compelled Chuck Sereika to walk into the smoldering ruin of the World Trade Center the morning of Sept. 11, 2001.

It was fear.

His sister Joy had a left a message on his answering machine. Just checking on you, she’d said. I guess you’re down there helping out.

Sereika had already heard the commotion in the street, seen the disaster unfolding in downtown New York City – about 60 blocks from his midtown apartment – on TV.

“And I still had no intention of going down there,” he remembered. “I don’t think like that. I hadn’t worked as a paramedic in a few years.”

In fact, he’d let his license expire months before, while he’d been at a treatment facility out west. Drinking, drugs and depression had become Sereika’s support system; the black sheep of an already dysfunctional family, he was used to disappointing Joy. Lately, however, their relationship had been improving.

So her call that morning stirred him to action.

“Maybe it’s in my character to help people, because I’ve done it for so long,” Sereika said. “But it wasn’t even a thought. The only reason I ended up there was because I didn’t want to let my sister down. The rest was just God.”

Sereika, 37, moved to Vero two years ago, after discovering the Treasure Coast during a stint at a Delray Beach rehab center. With his new bride Tracy, he runs Clean As a Whistle, a house–cleaning service.

Like many of those who braved the hell of Ground Zero to rescue others, Sereika’s story is told in Oliver Stone’s movie World Trade Center.

Or at least one version of his story.

“It was a very long, very tiring rescue, and nothing like you see in the film,” said Sereika, who sat uneasily through a recent advance screening of the movie. “Paramount Pictures can make any kind of movie they want, but certain people know the truth. And the truth stands by itself.”

He thought the script, and actor Frank Whaley, made him look like an unprofessional “geek” who had a very small role in the rescue. They bungled many facts, he felt, and he’s considering a defamation of character lawsuit.

In the real world, meanwhile, the nightmares have finally ended. For years, Sereika jumped at loud sounds, at violence on television, at low-flying airplanes. He was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder – like a soldier who’s come out of particularly violent combat – but it seems to have “worked itself out,” he said, through therapy.

But when he wants to, he can still close his eyes and go back to The Hole.

He’d thrown on one of his blue paramedic sweatshirts, walked to a nearby hospital and talked his way onto an emergency vehicle going to the site.

He arrived at 11 a.m., not long after the twin towers had collapsed like stacks of kindling. He figured he’d splint a few legs, apply an oxygen mask or two, feel good about himself and head back home to call Joy.

“It looked like a huge snowstorm in September,” he recalled. “Everything was just covered in this white ash. Everybody was standing around. I saw no civilians at all; it was a sea of uniforms. There was nobody to treat. There was nothing there.”

Sereika spent several hours carefully stepping through rubble with members of the New York police and fire departments.

At dusk, the site – pockmarked with fires and the jagged architecture of disaster – was deemed too dangerous, and rescuers were called back.

On his own, he began to climb the smoking rubble heap. “It’s just out of my character to have done what I did,” Sereika said. “I felt like we were on hallowed ground. I put it into my head that it was a woman and a child that were trapped.”

It was God, he believed, that put the trapped mother-and-child image in his mind.

“I actually figured that their lives were probably worth more than mine. I also figured that I wasn’t going to live through this. I thought ‘There’s no way I’m coming back.’

“Because I had to crawl, from the outside, on my hands and knees. There was big spaces in the rubble, and some went down what looked like 90 feet.”

He came upon Staff Sgt. Dave Karnes, a retired Marine who’d driven in from Connecticut to volunteer.

“So I see one marine in a uniform, standing there by this opening, all by himself. And I thought ‘I’m really going to die now.’

“He’s looking at me for help, going ‘Thank God! The rescue team is here!'”

But Sereika, balancing on a broken slab of what once been Building 7, was all alone.

Karnes pointed his flashlight down into what remained of an elevator shaft, where officer Will Jimeno lay, almost completely covered by chunks of concrete and splintered rebar. At first, all Sereika could see was Jimeno’s frantically waving hand.

Karnes helped Sereika shimmy himself into the crawlspace that would lead to the trapped officer. “I reached for my cell phone – at least, I thought, I can call my sister before I die,” Sereika said. “It fell out of my hand, down one of the holes. It was gone – and that was it.”

Karnes radioed for assistance.

In The Hole, the smoke choked Sereiko, and the heat was nearly unbearable. Still, he clawed his way down, until he found the body of Dominick Pezzulo, a cop who’d been crushed by falling debris. And then he saw Jimeno.

“I was right next to him,” Sereika said. “He was pinned from the neck down. I started digging him out on my own, because I didn’t think any help was coming. I wasn’t going to leave him. He was scared.”

The frantic young officer, who’d been buried for 10 hours, talked about his daughter, and his pregnant wife. He cried. “He was begging me to cut his legs off,” Sereiko said. “Like I could cut his legs off! He was trapped pretty good.”

Sereika pulled debris away for about 30 minutes, and once others arrived, he gave Jimeno oxygen and an intravenous drip. A pair of emergency medical technicians backed into the tight space to assist.

“I had to reach for every rock I took off Jimeno,” Sereiko said. “The smallest rock, I would hand to Scott Strauss, he would hand it to Paddy McGee. And he threw it in the elevator shaft. That went on for three hours.”

Once Jimeno was freed, loaded into a stretcher and ferried out by a bucket brigade of responders, Sereika – bruised, exhausted, his lungs scorched by the burning subterranean air – was helped out of the hole. He could barely stand.

“When I came out, there was a chief by the entrance. He goes ‘Good job, son,’ and he patted me on the back.

“And he gets on his radio and says ‘We need another paramedic.’ Which made me feel pretty good.”

He was, despite his screwups, self–doubts and family recriminations, a paramedic after all.

Jimeno – and Sgt. John McLoughlin, who was freed around dawn – were the last people pulled from Ground Zero alive.

Around 11 that night, Chuck Sereika walked the 20 blocks to his cousin Jennifer’s apartment in Greenwich Village. He was dazed and shivering, and had the cold sweats.

Eventually, he told his family about his part in Jimeno’s rescue. “And my sister said ‘Well, the TV said it was the fire department that rescued him.’ They didn’t believe me.

“So I let it go, because it’s pretty typical for my family not to believe a word I say.”

It was only after the New York Times wrote about his act of heroism that Sereika’s family understood, and praised him.

Days after 9/11, Sereika read about United 93, the hijacked plane that had crashed in a field on Sept. 11. A lightbulb went on in his mind – God had told him about the woman and child, and both Jimeno and Karnes had spoken of “seeing Jesus” amidst the chaos.

“The last thing heard on the cockpit recorder was ‘Allah is Great,'” he said. “So why would it be so strange that, whether it’s the same god or not, that He sent us to try to make right something that was wrong?

“The only thing left was two officers. Everything else was done. I don’t have any big questions about it; I believe it was divine intervention.”

– Bill DeYoung