Archive for November 2012
Meeting Rear Admiral E.P. Yates (ret.)
I did not want to let this day pass without writing that I had the distinct honor of meeting and conversing with retired Rear Admiral, Earl P. Yates, this morning. He was the first Commanding Officer of the USS John F. Kennedy (CV 67) aircraft carrier. Admirmal Yates had watched the USS Franklin: Honor Restored film last evening and said he truly enjoyed it. In fact he shared a funny story of actually boarding the Frankin, at Ulithi in the Pacific pretending to be part of her crew just because he wanted to see the carrier up close.
He is one of the few people I have met in the military who served in WWII, Korea and Vietnam. And on this Thanksgiving I am thankful to men like him who have protected our country on the front lines and served with honor and distinction.
The USS John F. Kennedy, nicknamed "Big John." Kennedy was originally designated a CVA (fixed wing attack carrier); however, the designation was changed to CV to denote that the ship was capable of anti-submarine warfare making her an all-purpose carrier.
After nearly 40 years of service in the United States Navy, Kennedy was officially decommissioned on 1 August 2007. She is berthed at the NAVSEA Inactive Ships On-site Maintenance facility in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Admiral Yates shared with me that hopefully soon the carrier will have a new home as a floating museum at a location in New England.
Learn more about the carrier HERE.
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Thanks to the Binghamton University Forum
Last week I had the great pleasure of meeting Binghamton University President, Dr. Harvey Stenger, and speaking before a capacity crowd at the Binghamton University Forum as part of the Distinguished Speaker Series. My presentation was titled, "The Wereth Eleven - An Unknown War Crime" and it was warmly received. And I'd like to take the opportunity to thank everyone who made me feel so welcomed. After the presentation I answered a number of questions from members about the story and the film and everyone really seemed to enjoy the event.
Below is a news story from the local Binghamton TV station about the event.
Below is a news story from the local Binghamton TV station about the event.
USS Franklin film debuts on Hulu for Veterans Day
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Binghamton Forum This Week
In celebration of Veterans Day I am heading north to speak at the prestigious Binghamton Forum. My breakfast keynote is titled, The Wereth Eleven An Unknown War Crime. I will detailing the tragic event itself as well as what it took to bring this story from WWII to the screen. The Wereth Eleven was nominated for an Emmy® this year and airs on The Military Channel in February 2013 in celebration of Black History Month.
From the Binghamton Forum website:
Established in 1977 as the Harpur Forum, the Binghamton University Forum is a membership organization devoted to strengthening the bond between the University and the community. It serves local business, professional and community leaders by hosting events that encourage new thinking, generate discussion and give members the chance to meet some of the most remarkable people alive today. Forum events also provide a rich environment for personal and professional networking.
From the Binghamton Forum website:
Established in 1977 as the Harpur Forum, the Binghamton University Forum is a membership organization devoted to strengthening the bond between the University and the community. It serves local business, professional and community leaders by hosting events that encourage new thinking, generate discussion and give members the chance to meet some of the most remarkable people alive today. Forum events also provide a rich environment for personal and professional networking.
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WE BELIEVE Movie Website Launches
The site features the promo trailer for the film produced earlier this year with actor, Charles Mathers, in the role of Anthony "Ant" Atkinson.
A riveting HOOSIERS meets FACING THE GIANTS sports drama, WE BELIEVE is based on the true story of the Barton Bulldogs' remarkable 2007 NCAA Division II national championship season. The team was led by Coach Ron Lievense, a man of tremendous personal faith in God. The Barton Bulldogs recovered from a devastating overtime loss, to the eventual national champion Winona State Warriors in the 2006 Elite Eight playoffs, to become a team of destiny the following season, winning a record nine overtime games. In a dramatic rematch, the Bulldogs again faced undefeated, #1 ranked, Winona State for the 2007 national championship.
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The Russian van Gogh Novel Excerpt #3
* The third released except from my forthcoming fiction novel, The Russian van Gogh.
MI6 Agent, Justin Watson, had seen
the text come in on his Blackberry and was hurrying along the rounded corridor
to an appointment with Jeremy Lloyd head of the Special Investigations Unit at
SIS.
Justin, a top international
operative, had been with the service just over five years and had heard the
rumors about “special investigations”
- ultra secret, politically sensitive missions always covert in nature
that were never discussed.
Arriving at the wing of the
department he passes through additional security measures; retinal and voice
scans before entering the inner sanctum.
Jeremy Lloyd, Justin knew, was a
legend at SIS and had been instrumental in bringing on board former KGB agent,
Alexander Litvinenko as a consultant for MI5 and MI6. The former Russian agent
had provided invaluable intel about the inner workings of the KGB just before
his mysterious poisoning death in 2006 from radioactive plutonium-210.
If Jeremy Lloyd was heading a new
investigation Russia must be involved somehow, Justin thought.
“Agent Watson, thank you for
coming on short notice,” Jeremy says with a practiced smile and cold handshake
as he leads Justin into his expansive office.
Scanning the room, Watson is
impressed with the art that hangs from the Sector head’s walls – mainly late 19th
Century Post Impressionist works.
Jeremy noticing, “Ah mainly just
giclees – high resolution prints on canvas, Agent Watson. If they were the real
thing I wouldn’t be here.”
Justin smiles.
“Do you know anything about van
Gogh, Watson?”
“Only that he was considered one
of the great masters of impressionist art.”
“Post Impressionist,” Lloyd
corrects, “but no matter his paintings are worth multiple millions of pounds.
And the Red Army certainly knew that when they raped Berlin of its cultural
artifacts.”
Justin gives the inspector a
quizzical look. How did the Red Army suddenly enter into all this?
“You see in the last hours of
closing the noose around Berlin the Red Army had advance scouts everywhere as
the eyes and ears of the Trophy Brigade. These scouts secretly located precious
works of art, safely secured them then set fire to the buildings that formerly
housed them.”
Justin nods to continue.
“And this is exactly what happened
in Magdeburg, Germany in May, 1945, 150km west of Berlin. There a museum
housing priceless works of art was set ablaze after it was emptied of its most
valuable pieces during, as luck would have it, an allied bombing raid. Perfect
cover for an art heist wouldn’t you say?
“Perfect”, Justin concurs.
“One of those priceless museum
pieces just surfaced in Russia.”
“One guess, a van Gogh?” Justin
asks smugly.
“Yes but not just any van Gogh. It
is a self-portrait of the artist himself in a landscape. It is called Painter
on the Road to Tarascon and it is now in
the hands of a rogue branch of the Russian mafia.”
“Rogue branch?”
“Yes, Watson.” Lloyd picks up and
opens a burgundy folder on his desk and hands it to the young agent, “led by
this man, Sergey Karpov, formerly part of the Lubyanka Criminal Group.”
“Putin’s organization?
“The same,” Jeremy confirms then
continues. “Karpov was Putin’s right hand man supervising the lucrative drug
trade out of Afghanistan.”
Justin flips through the dossier
as Lloyd continues.
“We believe the two had a falling
out why else would he turn and steal what’s considered priceless State
property.”
“How do you think the Putin
government will respond?”
“Respond? Like they always do,
with an iron fist,” Lloyd replies unemotionally.
“Karpov probably had a buyer
already lined up on the black market,” Justin theorizes.
Under normal circumstances I would
agree with you, Watson but instincts tell me otherwise. No, something quite
bigger is a foot here.”
“Go on.”
“Simple human nature - you don’t
simply steal a lost van Gogh that the world hasn’t seen for over sixty years
without announcing to the planet that you’ve got it.”
“So you believe Karpov still has
it?”
“I would bet my life on it,” Lloyd
responds confidently.
“And so what are you proposing?”
“British Intelligence is now
working with the Dutch government and Interpol to organize a joint task force.
Justice Secretary Clarke has placed this on high priority status.”
Justin nods, impressed.
“The Director has empowered me to
put together a team to secure the art. It is a highly covert operation
traveling inside Russia. As our leading European operative you will head the
team. You’ll link up with our man in Moscow after you connect with the van Gogh
museum.
“Certainly, Sir.”
“And, oh yes, the Dutch have offered a substantial reward for
the painting’s return.”
“I knew there had to be something
more, how much?” Justin asks.
“Ten million euros for the van
Gogh alone.”
“That’s substantial.”
“Watson this operation is highly
delicate and the political ramifications enormous. If the Russian authorities
discover you, protocol J will trigger.
You will have no choice.”
Lloyd allows this to sink in a
moment then continues, “you leave for Amsterdam tonight.”
The Russian van Gogh Novel Excerpt #2
MARLBOROUGH STREET APARTMENT
Riley, in front of her computer
with Murphy stretched out at her feet scans the Expedia search result for
flights to Corsica. “Ok, Logan to Ajaccio, France, $1486, $1535, for coach?” Hopefully
I can get the Corsican authorities to pay for the trip.
RING, RING, RING
Jarred by her phone, “Nobody calls
me on my landline, must be a sales call Murph.” The dog continues to snooze.
The phone continues to ring and
finally mercifully stops. “Gave up suckers?” she smiles.
From her bag on the kitchen
counter the muffled electronic RINGTONE of her cell phone begins. Her brow
narrows. She looks over to the landline then back to her bag.
She gets up and moves to the
kitchen, finds her buried cell phone and presses it to her ear.
“Hello?”
The familiar voice on the other
end speaks haltingly.
“Professor Spenser, ah, this is
Dan Clarke.”
“Dan?”
“I apologize Professor for the
lateness of the call but I have an pressing matter to discuss and the
foundation urgently needs your assistance.”
“Of course what is it?”
“Not over the phone.”
Riley’s interest now was peaked,
“alright. I have a break tomorrow between lectur-”
Dan cuts her off, insistent,
“tonight. I need to speak with you tonight, Riley.”
She pauses.
“I’m sorry, Riley, but this
involves something dear to you.” Clarke implores.
Riley reflects, she had never
heard the chairman of the Harvard Group of Monument Men Foundation so upset,
almost unglued. The Harvard Group as part of the Monument Men Foundation was
formed in 1940 after the fall of Paris to provide expertise on captured WWII
cultural artifacts. They also assisted, to this day, in tracking and recovery
of stolen artwork from WWII. Riley had participated in a couple of their
forensic investigations but they had never reached out to her so directly
before.
“Certainly, Dan, I’m at 232
Marlborough in a brownstone. Call me back if you get lost.”
“Yes, I’ll see you in fifteen
minutes.”
Hanging up the phone Riley could
not imagine what could be so important that Dan wanted to meet tonight. And
what did he mean by something dear to me?
Chapter
3
_______________________
Riley had known Dan Clarke more
than five years after meeting him at a faculty luncheon and discovering that
they shared similar artistic passions. He had round silver glasses, white hair
and kind eyes. He was the type Riley knew that if he were 30 years younger
she’d fall madly in love with him.
Arriving at the door in a tan
jacket and bow tie Clarke is the epitome of the fatherly academic - kind to a
fault but unrelenting in his mission to recover looted art.
“Dan, it’s been too long,” as
Riley squeezes him with a daughterly hug.
“Agreed, and I wish our meeting
tonight were under more agreeable circumstances.”
Riley nods, still wondering what
on earth he could mean as she leads him into her living room.
“Tea?”
“No thank you dear, water would be
fine.”
Grabbing some chilled water from the
fridge, Riley notices that Dan is drawn to her van Gogh prints.
“Thank you,” Clarke responds as
Riley hands him the glass.
Finishing a sip he says, “I am
sorry about my insistence on seeing you tonight but something extraordinary has
occurred.”
“What is it Dan?”
“Stolen Second World War art has
surfaced in Russia.”
Riley looks at him oddly. Everyone
in the art community knew the Red Army had virtually emptied Berlin of anything
of value, although it was not widely known to the general public. Dedicated Red
Army “Trophy Brigades” carried millions of pieces of art back to the USSR as
reparation for German atrocities. Most of it was still hidden in warehouses in
Russia and Poland.
“Dan, you know this is not news.
The Russians carried off billions of dollars worth of art.”
“Yes, of course I know, Riley” but
that looted art now includes masterpieces which the global art community
thought destroyed in allied bombing raids and fires.”
Riley nods to have him continue.
“We have received word from our
underground contacts in Europe that some significant pieces were taken last
week in a raid by Russian terrorists in Nizhny Novgorod. Information is
somewhat sketchy but my sources confirmed with almost one hundred percent
certainly that one of the pieces was a priceless van Gogh thought lost in a
fire in 1945.”
Riley gasps, raises a hand to her
mouth, “oh my God.”
She turns and races over to a
large pictorial book on a shelf.
Pulling it out she slams it down
on a coffee table and rifles through the pages.
“I’ll save you the trouble,” Dan
says softly, “It was The Painter On The Road To Tarascon.”
Tears begin in Riley’s eyes, “Oh
my God,” as she turns back to the art book and finds the van Gogh
self-portrait.
Softly Riley repeats van Gogh’s
own words, “portraits allowed him to feel the infinite more than anything
else.”
Blood Betrayal Excerpt #3
MAFIA CLUBHOUSE 7TH STREET, PHILADELPHIA
Seven men, including capo, Phil Leoni and Nick Consiglioni, surround a card table.
Smoke hangs thick as each plays a hand of ziganet, the Italian version of baccarat. Suddenly,
they’re startled by two loud knocks on the door. All men instinctively reach for their guns as
Leoni goes to the door and peers through a hole.
Charlie faces the door as Murray waits off to the side.
Leoni turns back to the men, “It’s a cop.”
The men hide their guns and slide away the cards.
“Yeah, who is it?” Leoni barks.
“PHPD. Got a report of a disturbance at this address,” Charlie replies.
Leoni looks back oddly at the men and comes back. “Disturbance? There ain’t no
disturbance here.”
“Mind if I check?”
Leoni nods to get the guns out of sight and complies, “Yeah, just wait a second.”
Consiglioni moves across to the closet and stashes the guns inside and nods OK. Leoni
opens the door. Charlie enters. “Officer Stanowski, PHPD.”
Murray quickly follows Charlie. The mobsters recognize Murray and deflate.
Leoni protests, “I thought it was just you.”
“I never said it was just me, hotshot.”
“Gentlemen, what do we have going on here?” Murray interjects, Charlie continues.
“Yeah, six guys sitting around a table, thumbs up their a**** – something ain’t right.”
“Leoni,” Murray says pointing, “you tell your sh**head boss his joke wasn’t funny. He
just took a big bite of a sh** sandwich.”
The mobsters look to each other with blank faces.
“Look, Murray, I don’t know what the f***you’re talking about,” Consiglioni shouts.
“You just tell him if he’s looking for me, he knows where to find me,” Murray
counters. The mobsters roll their eyes. Murray pauses and gives Charlie a slight grin and nods
to the men. Charlie immediately gets Frank’s unspoken request to f*** with them. Charlie
turns and fakes beginning to head for the door.
“Okay, I guess we’ll be leaving,” then Charlie pauses and turns back, “By the way, who
let you guys in here?”
Leoni looks back at his fellow mobsters. And back to Charlie. “I don’t know, nobody?”
Charlie responds, “Oh, so nobody let you in. Where’s your key?”
Leoni shrugs, the other men do as well.
Charlie presses, “Somebody had to unlock the door to let you in.”
Leoni folds his arms together, on the defensive.
“I see so you broke in, then you’re all f***in’ burglars!” Charlie shouts.
“No! No! We, we gotta key.” Leoni protests. Mobsters start rifling through their
pockets not finding any keys. Charlie grabs his shoulder radio mic.
“This is officer 5789, Stanowski, corner of 7th and Passyunk.”
Radio crackles, dispatcher responds, “Go ahead, 5789.”
“I have a possible 10-39 in progress, need backup and a wagon.”
“10-4,” the dispatcher responds. “Any shots fired?”
Charlie looks over to the men, smiles and clicks the radio mic again.
“Not yet.”
“Roger,” the dispatcher responds, “assistance is on the way.”
Consiglioni moves to get up shouting, “Hey! Hey!”
Drawing his weapon, Charlie barks, “Sit the f*** back down and shut up.”
Murray moves his hand close to his waist holster and Charlie leans back to Murray and
whispers, “You know something, I’m gonna miss all this.”
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Blood Betrayal Novel Excerpt #2
The phone on Murray’s desk rings loudly. Jarred, Murray picks up the receiver,
“Fugitives, Murray.”
On the other end, Marlene inhales a cigarette and is still holding the card. “Frank, just
what the hell’s going on!”
Frank pulls the receiver from his ear, looks at the phone. “What? What do you mean
what’s going on?”
Marlene begins to pace around the kitchen to calm her nerves and continues.
“I just got a basket of flowers delivered.”
Frank wonders if Marlene has truly finally lost her mind.
“Okay…?”
“They were meant for you.”
Annoyed, Murray says, “Me! What, I don’t get it. I don’t know anyone who would
send me flowers. It’s gotta be some mistake.”
Marlene loses it. “Frank, it’s a f****** funeral arrangement!”
Murray leans back, “A funeral arrangement? What? Who died?”
Slowly, Marlene responds, “According to the card, Frank, you did.”
SUPERVISOR’S OFFICE, FBI HEADQUARTERS, PHILADELPHIA
In a glass-paneled office with large file cabinets, a gruff supervisor, European-looking Hans Bauer, 55, thinning blond hair and suspenders, sits across from Murray.
“Delivery trail was cold,” Bauer reports. “They must have paid in cash. Is there anyone
you can think of who’d send you something like this? Frank innocently shrugs and Bauer
rephrases. “Scratch that, is there anyone you know who wouldn’t send you something like
this?”
Murray’s got a gut feeling.
“Gotta be Scarponi. I can just feel it. That ass**** should still be in jail.”
Bauer nods, does his best to follow procedure. “I’ll send some guys downtown with
PHPD – bust some balls – get some answers.”
Murray eager, “Well, I know one of their clubhouses is on Seventh Street.”
Bauer picks up a pen and waits for details. There’s an awkward moment, then Bauer
realizes what Frank really wants. “Oh no. Not a chance, Frank. I don’t want you personally
involved. And besides you’re not on organized crime anymore, remember.”
Frank takes the opportunity to reopen the discussion, “Actually, I kinda wanted to talk
to you about that.”
Bauer, anger rising, says, “Oh you did, did you. Okay, where do you want to start?”
Murray rolls his eyes as Bauer goes on a tear. Bauer launches in. “Oh, I know, why
don’t we talk about how the U.S. Attorney’s Office jumped on my ass every time you went
over to ‘talk some sense into them,’ as you would call it. Or maybe we could discuss the
endless parade of defense attorneys traipsing through my office screaming about excessive
use of force, huh? Is that what you wanted to talk about, Frank?”
Murray sighs, gets up and begins to leave. Bauer calls after him.
“Nice chatting with you, Frank.”
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