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1. Pigeon feed - the story continues

JULIE
"D'ya mind if I share this bench with you? If it's a problem I can sit at one end and you can sit at the other. We don't have to talk to each other. Some people are weird about speaking to strangers but not me. Uh-uh! I enjoy the give and taking of sharing ideas with new people. Are you a people-person?"


A while back, maybe ten years or so, came across a site that was calling for submissions to a video competition. Having recently completed a new short play, it seemed like a perfect vehicle for the competition in spite of being written in playwriting form. After a short communication with the producer/director, he told me to send it along anyway and he'd give it a look over. The long and the short of it as they say is that even though it wasn't the winner, it achieved a second honorable place, plus it had the distinction of being converted into a short film script.

The plot always intrigued me and over time and frequent read-throughs, it always struck me that there was more to the story then was told. I'm a big believer in timing and what was deemed a finished play can suddenly take on new possibilities when viewed in a new light. Such is the case with "For the Birds."

A comedy/drama, the story focuses on the accidental meeting of two lonely souls whose encounter in a park turns out to be an eye-opener, in more ways than one. At present, the two main characters are getting to know each other with overtures of friendship being more one-sided. How and why this "shorty" play has suddenly taken on a new life is a mystery but as mentioned, timing is everything in life.

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2. OLD SOLDIERS - first eight pages of play re-write

In honor of Remembrance Day or Memorial Day or whatever and however its remembered, the first eight pages of yet anther rewrite of "Old Soldiers." I'm adapting parts of it from other versions to make it into what I hope to be, a new play. As always, comments always welcome - and appreciated.


OLD SOLDIERS
by Eleanor Tylbor

 

SCENE: A PUB/BAR.  MID-MORNING

AT RISE:  JOE MCKENNA, DRESSED IN FULL UNIFORM, SITS AT A TABLE, READING A NEWSPAPER WHILE WAITING FOR HIS BUDDIES TO ARRIVE. A SMALL BAR WITH A DOZEN TABLES FILL THE ROOM WITH BACKGROUND MUSIC SUPPLIED BY AN OLD JUKE BOX. B/W PHOTOS OF PEOPLE COVER THE WALL
 

JOE
(to himself)

Yup…yup…yup… The way things are going, won’t be long before we’re all gone. Poor old, Percy. Died alone without anyone there to see him on his way to the battlefield in the sky. ‘Here’s to you, Perce! You’ll be missed’
 
                                    Lifts glass in the air and lowers it

 ‘Set em up again, Vince’

                                    JOE’S FRIEND, MIKE, DRESSED IN UNIFORM
                                    COMPLETE WITH STRIPES AND MEDAL, ENTERS THE
                                    ROOM AND JOINS HIM AT THE TABLE
 

MIKE

Damn cold out there. Wind cuts like a knife. I see you got a head start. Buying us a round?
 
JOE

You just got here and already trying to mooch a free drink?
 
MIKE

When it comes to mooching, you got that covered and then some. When’s the last time you paid?
 
JOE

(pretends to take out imaginary book)

Let me check in my diary here…last Wednesday at three in the afternoon. Do you wanna buy or not
 

MIKE

Not
JOE

You are a cheap bastard! I’m stuck with the bill, again. ‘Vince – two whiskeys’ See you’re in full regalia.

MIKE

If I don’t wear it today, when will I wear it? Take it out once a year. The rest of the time it’s stored away in the back of the cupboard. Pee-ew! What’s that stink?

JOE

Threw in a dozen or so moth balls when I store the uniform
 
MIKE

At least put it out to air a couple days before you wear it. It really stinks

                                    VINCE, the bartender, brings over drinks

VINCE

One of you guys forget to wash?

MIKE

Joe here uses moth balls for his uniform

VINCE

No insult intended but you’re stinking up the bar. Wouldn’t hurt to go out and air yourself off a bit. Here are your drinks, guys. Who’s paying, he asked hopefully?

MIKE

He is

JOE

Put it on my tab, Vince. The man’s as cheap as they come. You’d think for a special occasion he’d spring for a round but that would be asking too much for an old friend, who’s always short on cash


VINCE

Whoever – one of you pay cash for a change. Need I remind you that your tab goes back a year now. Let’s see here…you owe me $2500.34. I’m feeling generous today so drop the thirty-four cents and make an even $2500

JOE

You’re all heart. Where d’ya expect me to find that kind of money on my service pension?

VINCE

Oh please. At least give me something towards it. Anything! I have bills to pay, too, y’know

JOE

Okay. Next cheque I’ll give you a couple of bucks. May have to give up some food items and my dog will have to get used to eating a few days a week…

VINCE

(walking away)

Why don’t you lay on the guilt a bit more. You guys…honestly…

JOE

Mac’s supposed to meet us here

MIKE

Seriously? The man doesn’t drive and uses a walker. How’s he getting here?

JOE

I dunno but he wants to join us for Percy’s funeral, too

MIKE

Amazing. Never lets his condition stop him from doing anything. Sometimes I wonder how he gets around but he does. Mind over matter I guess. It’s either that or give up and die. Mind you, sometimes when pain takes over, it don’t seem so bad

JOE

He just walked in. Poor guy can hardly move. ‘Here Mac!’

MIKE

The man’s 87. None of us are peppy anymore, in case you hadn’t noticed. My glass is empty by the way

JOE

Yeah and? I bought last time

MIKE

So what. You owed me

JOE

It’s your turn, el cheapo! Maybe you can convince Mac to buy you a round

 MAC

(gasping for breath)

Really…windy out… there – and cold. Hope the wind… drops for later. Damn hard to get around in this kind of weather, ‘specially with a walker. What times the funeral, anyway?

MIKE

You really planning to attend, Mac? Not trying to discourage you or anything but it’ll be hard pushing your walker on grass and that wind…

MAC

I’ll manage. Old Percy is one of the last few members of our group. He deserves our respect and would do the same for any of us. Can’t believe he’s gone… Really cold and windy today

JOE

You look like an ice cube and your hands are turned blue. Why didn’t you wear gloves? How’d you get here, anyway?

MAC

By bus. Took me forty-five minutes if you don’t count standing at the bus stop waiting for it to arrive for twenty minutes. Damn busses never stick to their schedule

JOE

Why didn’t you take a cab?

 MAC

You gotta be kidding. Like I can afford a cab? I’m here so stop jabbering and order me something to warm me up

MAC

Gonna be freezing at the cemetery for sure. Who knows if anyone else will show up

MIKE

We don’t get to choose the kind of weather t’get buried. It’s called for noon

JOE

Whad’ya having, Mac?

MIKE

You’re buying hima drink? What about me?

JOE

He just got here. The man needs to warm up

MIKE

Say what? What does that have to do with anything? Remember I’m your old army pal who stayed with you in thick and thin?

JOE

I paid you back a long time ago. What’s your poison, Mac? Whiskey like always?

MAC

Neh. Hot coffee will do me fine

JOE

With a shot of whiskey t’give it flavor, right?

MAC

Plain, old coffee with milk and sugar

JOE

Straight coffee? That’s it?

MIKE

This is new. Since when?

MAC

Can’t a person have a coffee without getting the third degree?

JOE

No problem-o. Just weird especially since you’ve been a scotch man since way back when

MAC

Look – if it bothers you that much, I’ll just go back home and…

MIKE

If you want plain coffee – you got it. ‘Straight coffee for Mac, Vince!’

JOE

Whatever…I suppose you’re not taking sugar, either? On a diet, are we? If you eat any less, you’ll fade away altogether

MAC

There comes a time when a body starts telling a person no more liquor. I’m at that point

MIKE

The last thing you need to do is go on a diet. You dropped more than a few pounds, lately. You eating right?

 JOE

Well he ain’t eating fillit mignown on our pension! Seriously, though, Mike’s right. You’re looking real thin these days

MAC

I didn’t come here to discuss my eating habits. Can we drop this discussion? So who’s going to the funeral, anyway?

                                    VINCE brings MAC a coffee

VINCE

I put the cream and sugar on the side since I don’t know how you take it. First time you ordered a coffee

MAC

Is there anyone here who hasn’t got an opinion about me drinking a lousy coffee? Maybe coming here was a mistake after all

JOE

Sor-ry. We didn’t mean to rile you up. You drink as much coffee as you want. Anyway, my body tells me I need a refill

VINCE

And this will be paid for by…

JOE

We’ll let you know

VINCE

Been there – heard that

JOE

Did I ever say I wasn’t gonna pay? Did I? Don’t forget we’re sick, old soldiers on a small pension who helped keep this country free so that you could own this bar, and this is our only outing. Do you wanna take that away from us, too?

LUKE

Don’t try lay on the guilt. I got bills to pay

MAC

Liquor don’t agree with me, anymore. Been havin’ a lot of heart burn lately. Wakes me up in the middle of the night and my legs get so numb I can hardly make it to the bathroom on time

MIKE

Not the first time you complained about heart burn Maybe see a doctor? Could be something serious

JOE

He’s been carping about his pains as long as I can remember. Ain’t that true, Mac? Am I right?

MIKE

Look who’s talking! You’re like a walking medical dictionary. Every day you come in whining about something else

JOE

Is it my fault I got bad pains left over from the war? Don’t forget my knees were smashed to the point where snails move faster than me and meegrainsso painful I can barely see

MIKE

Yeah-yeah. We all have pains but keep it to ourselves

JOE

Thank you, so-called good buddy. I can always count on you not to be sympathetic. By the way – my glass is empty

MIKE

Whad’ya want from me? So tell Vince to fill it

JOE

Who’s paying?

MIKE

In your dreams, buddy-boy! Don’t even think about it

MAC

Body feels like one gigantic ache. Forgotten what it’s like not to feel pain, anymore…

 
JOE

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3. STORM WARNING - SCENE 11

One more scene from one of the plays I'm working on. Actually, I see this more as a film script but we'll see where it goes as it progresses. Quite pleased so far.


STORM WARNING  - SCENE II
 
LEONARD
What is this? Move away and let us pass

CONDUCTOR
Please don’t create problems

LEONARD
All we wanna do is stretch our legs. Nothing more and for whatever reason, you won’t let us

CONDUCTOR
That won’t be possible

 LEONARD
This is absolutely ridiculous. You can't force us to stay here without a good reason. I’m going to walk, like it or not

MARY
Me too!

CONDUCTOR
(bending over and speaking softly)
I strongly advise you to stay put. Take my advice

LEONARD
Sorry pal – you gotta provide more information than vague hints and warnings

CONDUCTOR
Don’t ask me any more questions that I can’t answer. Look - stay put and I’ll see what I can do

MARY
My knees are really painful. Can I at least stand up and take a few steps?

CONDUCTOR
A few steps but no long walks

MARY
Promise

LEONARD
I got news for you, bud. I ain’t got any intention of staying put. You’re really over-reacting to a simple request of taking a small walk through the train

CONDUCTOR
You didn't hear it from me but rumor has it that a passenger has died

MARY
What does this have to do with us? These things happen all the time. We promise we’ll stay away from wherever they’re keeping his body

CONDUCTOR
Could be just a rumor but even if it was true, I wouldn’t be allowed to say. Company rules and all that

LEONARD
You do realize you make no sense whatsoever. Why even mention it to us?

CONDUCTOR
Like I said, can't really share any information...

LEONARD
Why all the mystery?

CONDUCTOR
Look - I was told that we'll be delayed in Timmersville. That's all I can tell you right now.

(CONDUCTOR hurries off)


LEONARD
Weird. The guy was really nervous. Kept wiping the top of his lip. If it was a heart attack or normal causes, he wouldn’t bother telling us

MARY
Trying out your detective skills, are we?

LEONARD
(staring out of the window)
That’s what you get from hanging out with reporters.  Kind’a rubs off on a person.  Well…well… police are getting on now... This is more than a heart attack for sure.

MARY
Maybe you’re right. Hmmm...wonder where Mr. Crazy Man got to.

LEONARD
We're never gonna find out anything sitting here. Don't know about you but I feel like stretching my legs

MARY
My old knees are stiff. A little walk works wonders

LEONARD
And if we happen to overhear something...

MARY
Right...

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4. A new day - a new play. First scene of "Storm Warning"

Sometimes, when all the stars are in alignment and conditions are right, a play writes itself. This was the case with "Retribution" and it seems it's repeating itself in my latest project, "Storm Warning." I'm toying with the idea of possibly making it a dinner theatre piece but will wait for a final decision, depending on how the story progresses. Comments both pro and con always welcome. More characters are added in later scenes. 

SCENE: Interior of a train. LEONARD WILSON stares out of the train window, his eyes transfixed on the sky. Sitting next to him is, GRANT SCOTT, another passenger, who is absorbed in reading a book.


LEONARD WILSON – NERVOUS PASSENGER
GRANT SCOTT – WEATHER PERSON, KMJO TV
MARY WILLIAMS – SENIOR WITH AN AGENDA
LINDA STEVENS – REPORTER, TODAY’S NEWS MEDIA


LEONARD
(softly to himself)
Snow sky. Just what I need

GRANT
Sorry?

LEONARD
I was talking to myself that it looks like snow

GRANT
It's February.  Gotta expect the white stuff

LEONARD
They called for sun - not snow. Then again ,
they have an accuracy rate of maybe 25%

GRANT
Actually...statistically,
they get it right 50% of the time

LEONARD
Maybe  but never when you need an accurate forecast

GRANT
People think that we have an inside track with  the big guy upstairs. We interpret changing weather systems and fronts. Even then, Mother Nature likes to play tricks on us

LEONARD
By "we" does that mean you're one of them?

GRANT
If you mean do I predict the weather, I work for KMJO. Does that mean we stop talking to each other, now?

(GRANT laughs)

LEONARD
So I’m sitting next to a media personality?

GRANT
Nobody ever called me that but I'll take it

LEONARD
Are you on-camera? I mean, would I recognize you?

GRANT
If you watch the weather at the end of our news and sports broadcast, my face might strike a familiar chord

LEONARD
So...like...how'd you end up doing this? Did you go to weather college or something? Wind is picking up. Not good…not good…

GRANT
Relax, pal.  Ain’t nothing you can do about it. I have a degree in meteorology. As a kid, I was fascinated how heat and cold affect people and animals. Went tornado hunting when I got older and almost got swept away by one.  There’s something about the rawness of nature – you know…the unpredictibility… that has always interested me. Anyway, now I'm the official excuse for not going into work on snow days or cancelling picnics when it rains. You'd be surprised how many nasty phone calls we get when we're wrong. People take their weather predictions very seriously.

LEONARD
(staring out of the window looking up at the sky)
Your guess would be snow?

GRANT
Most likely. Don't take this the wrong way but you seem very tense about the possibility of a storm on the way. Guess you have an important appointment

LEONARD
(distracted)
Uh-huh...

GRANT
Wouldn’t worry too much. We're travelling by train. Never heard of a train getting stuck in a snow storm, at least not in these parts

LEONARD
But I am. Snow could cause a delay and I can’t afford that

GRANT
You might as well take it easyand enjoy the trip. Worrying doesn’t make things go any faster. A teacher once told me that

LEONARD
Look - don't wanna be rude but I don't feel like talking anymore

GRANT
No problem-o. Got’cha loud and clear. It’s my media background that makes me gabby. I'll go back to reading my book

(silence for a few minutes)

(Cont'd. GRANT)
Really looks like we're in for some kind of bad weather for sure

GRANT
Shoot! Really don't need this!

LEONARD
Sorry. I'm blabbering again, aren't I? Not one more word will come out of my mouth

GRANT
...hadn't counted on snow... Changes things...

LEONARD
Look. You're working yourself up for nothing. It's gonna snow whether you like it or want it. The worst that can happen is that we'll arrive late. I'm Grant by the way and you are...

GRANT
Pissed off. Like I told you, not in a talking mood

(GRANT pulls at his shirt collar and wipes his forehead with the back of his hand)

LEONARD
Really man - you're gonna give yourself a heart attack if you keep on like that. I was only trying to pass the time

GRANT
Who cares! I gotta get out’ta here

(GRANT stands up and pushes his way past LEONARD and storms down the train aisle
An elderly woman, MARY, seated in the seat on opposite side of the aisle, watches and listens to their conversation)

MARY
Hostile, isn't he?

LEONARD
(stretching the upper part of his body, watching GRANT disappear)
You better believe it!

MARY
You were only trying to make small talk

LEONARD
Obviously picked the wrong person to sit next to

MARY
Rude too! Some people have no manners

LEONARD
Never mind manners. How about plain, old civility

MARY
Did I hear you say you're a weatherman on TV? Am I sitting next to a gen-u-ine celebrity?

LEONARD
(laughing)
Wouldn't go as far as to call myself a celebrity but I do forecasts on TV

MARY
I'm a weather forecaster too, y'know!

LEONARD
You don't say. Which station?

MARY
Not a fancy prognosticator like you, of course, but when my legs ache, it's a sure sign there's gonna be something

(MARY rubs her knees)

LEONARD
And is it gonna snow?

MARY
Major snow I would say by all the pain I’m feeling. Mr. Crazy Man there is gonna freak out for sure

LEONARD
The guy’s obviously got somewhere to be. Tough luck. Mother Nature has other ideas

MARY
You know what they say: y’can’t mess around with mother nature! I’m Mary, by the way. Darn! Dropped a stitch. Now I’m  going to have to unravel this and try to pick it up. Oh well. Lots of time to do it

LEONARD
Leonard.... Leonard Wilson. My friends call me Lenny.  The people that watch me call me a lot of other not-so-nice names when we make mistakes on the forecast. That’s a lot of scarf you’re making there

MARY
People have such high expectation of each other these days.  No room for errors or leniency. You make one mistake and… Listen to me go on. There. Found it.  Not a scarf. An afghan. It’s a cover for a bed

LEONARD
You travelling alone? There I go being nosy again. That’s what I get from working in the media. How about the two of us continuing our conversation over a coffee?

(Conductor interrupts their conversation)

CONDUCTOR
‘Scuse me...sorry folks but I'm going to have to ask you not to leave your seats

MARY
(staring out of the window)
It’s starting to snow. I really hope we’re not delayed…have to be somewhere by tonight. People are waiting to meet me at the other end. Delay is not acceptable at all…not at all… Why do we have to stay seated, by the way?

CONDUCTOR (INTERRUPTING)
They’re calling for a major snow fall but this has nothing to do with the weather

LEONARD
Don't tell, me, the state police have come aboard looking for bank robbers....

MARY
…or an axe murderer …

CONDUCTOR
(nervous)
Pesky mechanical problems is all.

LEONARD
Sorry but I don’t get why we have to stay put. How does our moving around affect repairing the train?

CONDUCTOR
We need to stop over in Timmersville for a spell to get a part. Not sure how long it’s gonna take. What with a storm on its way, it would be better if you don’t wander around

LEONARD
Say what?  You expect us to sit here for who knows how many hours while a spare train part is found? Ridiculous!  We’re not planning to leave the train or anything

(starts to get up)

(Leonard cont’d)
I need to stretch my legs

MARY
Me too…these old legs can’t stay in one position for long

CONDUCTOR
(blocking them leaving)
Can’t let you do that

LEONARD
Let us pass, please. You have no right to stop us

CONDUCTOR
No can do

LEONARD
Why not?

 CONDUCTOR
Look – they told me to do this and that’s what I’m doing

LEONARD
They would be, who?

MARY
You better level with us if you want us to stay put

CONDUCTOR

For your own safety, don’t ask questions

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5. Another day, another play

As the title of the blog indicates, another day...another play almost finished. In playwriting 'almost' is a tricky term since endings are usually hard to come by.

"So give us an update on your playwriting efforts in general these days, Eleanor."

As mentioned ad nauseum here, finished "Old Soldiers" and entered it in this year's edition of the BBC International Playwriting Competition. Now comes the really hard part in waiting to hear back one way or the other. Being in this mental and physical state of being means a slight case of nausea when opening my e-mail in anticipation of receiving "the" word. Suffice it to say that waiting is not half the fun.

I'm "that" close to finishing my latest project, "Neighbors", which is turning into a great two-act play. As my mom used to say, "close" is only good when playing horse shoes. It had its origins as a short play and over the years as is my habit, it has been tweaked to death and  sort-of atrophied in my filing (or none-filing) system. Recently, after reading it over for the zillionth time, I decided that it has the meat and bones (can a play have meat and bones one wonders...) for expansion. The story line, which is loosely based on facts, focuses on a row of shrubs that separate the back gardens of two neighbors, one of which believes that their placement encroaches on to his property. The end result is that it has caused a feud that has lingered and grown over the years. The dialogue is entertaining and the story is moving along to a natural conclusion, following which it will be put to bed for a while and re-read at a later date for changes. There are always changes in my world.

Interesting how the creative process works. As an artist in addition to being a writer, it seems that my best work is done at the cost of the other. To be more precise, when I'm in the midst of creating a new writing piece, my artistic output tapers off and vice-versa.

Meanwhile, I'm thinking about but not yet in the writing mode of my next play focusing on a young girl's experiences growing up after moving into a new neighborhood.. Not sure whether it will be a one act or full play but then I never know how it will work until consulting with the characters. Meanwhile, my blank canvases are calling me.



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