I was born on September 23, 1955 - the third year of Eisenhower's first term. By the mid 1960's, the world had become crazy enough to reinforce my interest in film. It was a great escape from the insanity that was going on in the real world. As if Hollywood wasn't enough, my friends and I would get together regularly and produce very bad 8mm movies. We, of course, thought we were making film history. In our little world, we were. It was all new and exciting. As the years moved on, my interest in film became more academic and less hands-on. I attended the University of Texas at Austin and majored in Radio-TV-Film production. There were so many students taking film classes in the mid seventies that "elbowing" your way through school had taken the place of "working" your way through. Many of my friends were majoring in subjects like Pre-Med, Engineering, Aero-Space and Computer Science. I was told that I had it easy. If that was true, I am glad that I stuck with RTF, because I would never have made it through the tough classes. It took a few years to get established in the industry, but I eventually landed production jobs in corporate America. I spent a short while producing satellite broadcasts for the JCPenney Company after their move from Manhattan to Dallas. From 1990 until early 1998, I wrote and produced commercials in the Dallas-Fort Worth area. In 1998 I began producing continuing education programming for healthcare professionals as well as for law enforcement and fire and emergency training. Such topics can be exciting and challenging, but I'm ready to branch out into other areas of video production. The proliferation of cable and satellite has opened the door to unlimited opportunities for the type of programming that traditional media rarely produces. A&E, The History Channel, The Discovery Channel, National Geographic, among others are more in line with the type of programming that I would like to create. If you need a creative video producer who can get projects completed on schedule and under budget, contact me.
My youngest brother Joe is eleven years younger - born in 1966. After graduating from SMU in the early 1990s, Joe became interested in business and now works in corporate management for a national department store in the Dallas area. Our father,
Bob, Sr., died at 41 years old in 1971, also from a cerebral hemorrhage. Our mother, Jerry, is still going strong in
the title business in Dallas after spending almost twenty years in the
mortgage business
This photo of Willie (right) was taken a few years ago in Arizona along Interstate 40 (the old Route 66). As any terrier owner will tell you, they can follow orders, but still manage to be independent. Thank you for stopping by My Pal Moe. It was a real pleasure putting it together for other Stooge fans to enjoy. And thank you for stopping by to learn a little more about me and my family. Please feel free to contact me at willdogs@airmail.net. |
For as long as I
can remember I have always had an interest in the movies. I grew up constantly badgering
my parents, grandparents and anyone who would listen about old movies I saw on television
or read about in books. I could never seem to get enough information about the actors,
actresses, directors and stories associated with these movies. I am also a history
buff and have always been fascinated by the years before I was born. Movies that had dates
like "1936" or "1942" next to them always caught my eye. Every
now and then I would run across titles like, "Island of the Dead," or
"Freaks," and I would ask my mother, "Do you remember this movie when you
were little?" With a look of surprise she would answer with something like,
"Lord, no! I didn't think they made movies with titles like that when I was
little!" So, I
spent time reading books about films and film history. By the time I was fourteen, I
probably knew more about Humphrey Bogart and Laurel and Hardy than I did about myself. 
On the personal side, I had two
younger brothers, Pat and Joe.
Pat was only eleven months younger than me. He married a girl from Little
Rock, Arkansas and moved there in 1983 to raise his family. Unfortunately,
Pat passed away unexpectedly in July 2003 at the age of 46 after a cerebral
hemorrhage. Pat's untimely death was a terrible blow to our family and
friends. I must say I still find it difficult to believe that he is no
longer here. He was a true joy to be around and I will miss him always.
on California's
Monterey Peninsula. She recently moved back to Dallas from Pebble Beach. A
busy lady, she also owned and operated The Forest Lodge, a bed and
breakfast
in the heart of Carmel for several years.
I had two Wire Hair Fox Terriers. One was Willie
(1982-1999) and the other is his son, Nick (b. 1991). They both kept me pretty busy going
on walks, but now it is just Nick who walks alongside me. Willie was born in July 1982 and
lived until April 1999, just three months shy of seventeenth years. As the saying goes, he
was my best friend. Willie had been at my side since I was twenty-six years old. I am grateful that he was with me for so many years. I sure miss him, but I have
a feeling that I will see him again someday. Nick was still pretty feisty
until recently. Now over 15 years old, he is beginning to slow down.