'The Watchers: All Eyes Are On Him'

Might I suggest to myself to always research the TV shows young son gets work on. Although, management company is usually to be trusted they did leave out the fact that "John From Cincinatti" was a HBO show directed and written by John Milch. Language would be an issue. And it was. One word went flying after another and the crew was pretty comfortable using such language in front of the kids. Well, well, another teaching moment.

In any case, our day started at 4 in the morning with that quick 2 hour drive to Santa Clarita. Son's eyelids closed while I was content with my contraption, which
believes it's a radio, that actually picked up Air One. Nice to listen to Kutless and Sanctus Real so early in the morning. Get's the spirit part of me going. Awesome tunes as we prayed for safe passage from the 79, to the 60W, the 71N and the 57N to the 210W, and the 134W to the 5N and finally to the 14N. Oh, my aching tires!

It was a fine day and in the end it turned out to be an experience we dubbed "satisfactory." After all Son was paid a chunck of money (towards college fund) to skate all day and eat gourmet breakfast, luch and most excellent snacking of fresh fruit, yogurt, ice-cream and never-ending supplies of beverages. He went to school on set with the young co-star who was sweet and normal. Ms. teacher had problems with unruly students today and one parent was called in to settle his son down. No success and said Dad interrupted class with ensuing argument with studio teacher. Not pleasant.

We also met the wife of the pro-skater who invented the varial--still researching the authenticity of her claim. She did seem like someone who was sincere and not looking for attention. Spanky (son's new nickname) had fun talking to her.

So "John From Cincinatti" (Bruce Greenwood, Ed O'neill, Rebeca De Mornay) is a surfing show that borders on the supernatural. Yes, we have levitating characters and there is an alien, the kind from outer space. Would we accept an offer to work on this show for the season? Hmmm . . . flattered for sure but to stay on, that would require a few opinions and honest advice from good friends.

We returned home at a very decent time. Even still, it took four hours to get there, with one stop for gas, beverages and sunflower seeds and several other stops in the parking lots doubling as California freeways. Sleep was a welcome luxury till we woke early Saturday morning for Spanky's baseball game. And that is another story.