DON'T LOSE YOUR DINOSAUR
By Peter Vuono

    

DON'T LOSE YOUR DINOSAUR

By Peter Vuono

   On May 16th I took my 25 year old son to see, of all things, Godzilla. We didn't care in the least that movie reviews were not too favorable. We were just as excited to see this remake now as we were seeing the 1999 remake when my son was only 10. I'll never forget how excited he was when I immediately went out and bought him the lifelike doll. However, now, at age 61, I thought it odd that I still had this excitement.
   I couldn't get  enough of dinosaurs as a kid. Toys, games, play sets were my favorites as long as they were dinosaur related. I still have King Kong, When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth, Planet of the Dinosaurs, One Million Years BC , Gorgo and the somewhat cheesy but endearing flick Dinosaurus. My favorite stories were without question Ray Bradbury's Fog Horn , Sound of Thunder and Other Than a Dinosaur, Whatta Ya Want  to be When You Grow Up.
   Similarly, Mike followed suit. He was just like me but I don't ever remember pushing this genre on him. He innocently fell into it just as I did. So here are two grown men, one a senior citizen who are driving down route 24 with great passion in our hearts for what we were about to see. I wondered if there something wrong with me and if I had erroneously imparted a fantasy onto my son that could be detrimental until I thought of a short YouTube clip that he showed me nearly a year ago.
   Mike showed me a clip of a Will Ferrell/ John C. Reilly film entitled "Stepbrothers". I had never seen the film. However in a very poignant moment in the film, Richard Jenkins, who played the part of the father told Farrell and Reilly ,"Don't lose your dinosaur". He told them that as a child he wanted to be a dinosaur. When Jenkins' father heard of   it he vilified and reviled his son. He told him to abandon childish thoughts and to get a job. Jenkins continued to tell his sons that he went on to get an education and a job but could never return to the mindset that once made him so happy.
   Not losing your dinosaur simply  means this: never lose your inner child. Children are more loving, less angry, more accepting and more generous than most adults. They don't start wars.In the New Testament, Jesus told  his apostles" Let the little children  come to me and do not hinder them. For unless you become like a little child, you will not enter the kingdom of God"
   Not losing your dinosaur is a great way to walk on this path. For some it may be maintaining a love for dolls, or dresses or another childhood refuge.Remember Citizen Kane's Rosebud? However, it all means the same. To stay on this path is to stay on a road which will lead to both salvation and redemption.


ADDENDUM-
   Some people will be dissatisfied that I didn't write about someone who was strong and brave so here goes; According to Dr. Jack Horner's book, The Complete T-Rex, the small and diminutive arms of Tyrannosaurus Rex were much stronger than one would think. The claws were turned up in a "curl" position and had bones in them as large as the largest bones of a race horse. Horner suggested that each arm could curl approx. 400lbs! Try this sometime in the gym on your bicep days. Of course it would help if you weighed between 7 and 8 tons.

THE PRODIGAL SON

By Peter Vuono

   One of the most magical times of my youth was certainly the 80's. It was a happy time where we were all bombarded with various types of creativity from the media. American households were flooded with with MTV, Nickelodeon, Madonna, Max Headroom and the B52's. We were given new heroes such as Mr. T, Hulk Hogan , Arnold, Stallone and the Karate Kid. Part of this culture was the hit TV show The American Gladiators. Larger than life regulars such as Nitro, Zap, Malibu and Gemini became household names.Dan Clark- a.k.a. Nitro tells of an amazing life in his book Gladiator, which is rife with money, fame and women .In addition, it is  compounded  with addiction and the inability to face the truth about himself.
   Clark was born in Japan to a Japanese mom and an American dad. After spending only a few years in the states his parents divorced and Dan, along with his older brother and"protector' Randy, were taken to Viet Nam where their dad attempted to open a business.
   Life did not go well there. To paraphrase  Clark's story, by the time he was ten, he witnessed his father beating his brother, his father bludgeoning another man,  his father  writhing on the floor in the throes of a heart attack and his dad entertaining two prostitutes in the same bed where young Dan slept! This was exacerbated by Dan witnessing his beloved brother perish from an accidental electrocution. His father then sent him back to the USA alone. Upon arriving he sought a venue where he could excell and promote his self worth.He found it in football.
   Dan played football in high school at Santa Ana High. From there, he became an  lineman for Santa Ana Junior College . It was here that he sustained a hamstring tear. He was determined to come back and took a drug that he knew nothing about to accelerate his healing- anabolic steroids. He received a scholarship to San Jose State and then a pro contract with an Italian team.
  Upon leaving Italy, he had a brief stint as a LosAngeles Ram. When his career was over, he stayed on steroids and auditioned for various movie parts. At 6'2'' with strikingly good looks, the handsome Clark secured several bit parts and finally won the part of the popular American Gladiator series playing approx. 95 episodes and coming back later as a commentator.
   During Dan's tenure as a Gladiator, he had the kind of life that was so salacious, violent and gut wrenching that it couldn't possibly be made up by Hollywood's best script writers. At 6'2" his weight had risen to a solid 260lbs. of solid muscle. He had many a female companion and had brawls with people ranging from night club patrons to, strangers and best friends. He could bench press 500lbs for a double and was at the top of his world. Yet, he stated that he was never happy and could never figure out   why. There was certainly a good man inside of the armor. He never refused a photo, autograph or conversation with a fan. And when a child of 5 was dying from cancer he asked that his hero"Nitro" come to visit him. Clark was at his side just days before he succumbed.
   When the Gladiators ended, he could not get off steroids. He had bouts of depression and crying when he swore as a child never to cry. After he filled out a survey which suggested he was an addict  he went to counseling.
    Dan's councilor was a brilliant woman that told Dan that the root of his sadness was that he could not confront the mystery of himself. Dan realized that he tormented himself about why he survived when his 12 year old brother was killed.. He had to constanly prove his worth because he was living for two.
    Once Dan made this realization, he had the courage to forgive his dad, rid himself of guilt and go off steroids. He continued to act, write screenplays and tour as a motivational speaker. Although he no longer was a user, the hunger never completely went away.
    Dan's book- GLADIATOR- A True Story of 'Roids, Rage and Redemption is a book that should be read by all. It's not just a story of addiction, athletics or a Hollywood dream. Much more importantly, it's a story about the horror that we all must experience when we are faced with the mystery of ourselves.
    It was reported in Dec. of 2013 that Dan Clark incurred a heart attack while working out. He blamed the years of steroid use in his football and Gladiator days. His artery was cleared and a new stent was put in.

     He convalesced beautifully and went on to write about this experience in his self help book "F---Dying", which is highly recommended. He travels the nation lecturing and helping those who need answers. to quote Dan, "Big boys don't cry; but men do!".

" Son thou art always with me and all that is mine is thine.; but we were bound to make merry and rejoice for this thy brother was dead and has come to life; he was lost and is found". Luke15: 31-32
 
   

OTHER THAN JACKIE CHAN, SCORPION AND SUB ZERO, WHATTA YA WANNA BE WHEN YOU GROW UP? by Peter Vuono

     I dedicate this article, of course, to my beloved son; to Ray Bradbury and Ray Harryhausen whose influence on me filtered down to Michael and to Michael's teachers- Master Steve Arsenault, Master Ian Bucklin, Master Brian Diffley, Master George Fumo and to the icons of martial science who inspired my son.

NOTE: The title is a revamping of a Ray Bradbury short story as a homage to the great fantasy writer.

OTHER THAN JACKIE CHAN, SCORPION AND SUB-ZERO, WHATTA YA WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
By Peter Vuono

     November 7th, 1988 was a cool crisp sunny day.  A beautiful late fall day that one could enjoy in any capacity. I however, was cold and gripped by fear of the impending birth of my second child. I should have been worried about the health and welfare of my wife and child but no; that was not the case; I was afraid of having a boy!
     I was such great pals with my daughter, Amy that I just couldn't see myself as a father to a son. I had no confidence that I could impart the necessary"machismo" that every "man" has to have. However my gut told me that it was going to be a boy. Michael was born and my fears intensified.
    Micheal was exceedingly laid back and never gave us trouble. At 4, he fell in love with video games. His favorite characters were those that projected power and strength. It was no surprise to us that he soon fell in love with dinosaurs. Ray Bradbury once rhetorically asked,"Have you ever met anyone who didn't like dinosaurs? I have not".Michael was certainly part of this club. He could name them all and, of course, his favorite was the Tyrannosaurus Rex.
    Time passed and one day in his 9th year, he saw an advertisement for a movie entitled: Mortal Kombat: Annihilation. Mike asked me to take him to see it. I complied and thought nothing of it. Little did I know that Mike would ask me to take him 8 more times!!
    After the 9th viewing, I brought home the original Mortal Kombat. The final catalyst, however, in creating a love affair with martial arts was "Rumble on the Bronx". Mike was in awe of the world's greatest stunt man, Jackie Chan and from that moment on I knew that martial arts were for him.
     Mike was always shy and timid. Many of the dojos intimidated him and years went by without him consenting to joining. I then took him to see Master Steve Arsenault of New Bedford Ma. I had done a few magic shows in Master Steve's dojo and I was hoping Mike would take a shine to him. Mike did and agreed to join with a huge contingency. Mike stated ,"Dad, I'll join but I want private lessons and NO classes and YOU have to be there beside me". He was afraid of faltering in front of other students so he at age 15 and I at age 51, signed up together!
     Nine years went by and on Sept 14, 2013, Mike was to be tested  for the coveted Black Belt by the number one ranked Kenpo karate artist in the world, Master Larry Tatum of Pasadena. Mike was nervous. I was too but I refused to show it. I rather hit him with every reassuring movie reference I could think of from Visionquest to The Warrior and on to Lord of the Rings .I committed to memory and recited verbatim, Aragorn's speech at the Black Gate.
    All the training, all the teaching, all the practice and all the prayers came to fruition- Mike passed; the Black Belt was finally his! There was something else, however, that occurred 6 months earlier which showed to me that Mike didn't just attain a physical milestone but he did something that showed me that  he had the proper 'balance" that a martial artist should have.
    Out of the blue, Michael showed me a movie clip showing actor Richard Jenkins talking to his fictional sons in the movie"Stepbrothers" withWill Ferrell and John C. Reilly. Jenkins told the boys that he always wanted to be a dinosaur. Later in life, his dad reviled him telling him to abandon childish thoughts and to get a job. Jenkins told his sons that he abandoned wanting to be a dinosaur but after his education and career were had, he could not return to it.He told them,"Don't lose your dinosaur"
    I knew what my son was trying to tell me. He hadn't lost his inner "dinosaur" or in other words his inner child. I then had an epiphany.I remembered that Mike was born in 1988, the year of the Dragon and between 7 and 8 AM- the hour of the dragon. I recalled how Bruce Lee was also born in the year and hour of the dragon .Could this be an hour and year in which magical things can happen? I'll never know. What I DO know is that Michael had attained balance; his training was complete. I don't know where his final destination will lead to but I DO know that he has chosen the correct path in his journey towards it.


"Success is not the destination, it is the journey"- Lee Jun Fan- Bruce Lee

The following story is dedicated to the memory of Colleen Cahill -1994-2014

"Remembrance is the only paradise out of which we can not be driven away".- Bruce Lee

BEAUTY AND STRENGTH-

By Peter  Vuono

     In 1977 I witnessed in Nashua NH the very first national weightlifting tournament for women. We were all in awe of these gifted women who were displaying a gift which is usually associated with men. I wondered what I would have done if I had a gift that  could potentially  make me an outcast.. Would I hide it? This is a story of a woman who decided not to.
     Katherina Brumbach was born in 1884  in a circus wagon to performers Philippe and Johanna Brumbach. Katherina(or Katie as she would later be called) was the second oldest of the Brumbach's 15 children! All the children were requisitioned and trained in the family business of circus performance. At first, Katie was trained in acrobatics but as she entered her teen years she started to morph into something else. Katie's dad, Philippe was 6'6'' and 260 pounds. Katie took after him and gained a height of 5'11" and a solid weight of 210. With her size came strength which was not  seen by any woman on the planet .
     Katie was so strong that Philippe offered a cash prize to any man who could out wrestle her. Circus acrobat Max Heymann who was a mere 5'6" and 160 pounds was flat broke and gave it a try. Needless to say,Katie won handily but in doing so, she lost her heart to Max. They were soon married and went off together in their own strength act appearing all over Europe. The greatest bodybuilder in the world at that time was the Bavarian Eugen Sandow. A hundred years later, every winner of the Mr. Olympia contest was given the"Sandow Trophy". To honor Sandow, Katie changed her name to Sandwina and thus a strength legend was born.
     Katie could break chains and horse shoes with her bare hands. She could withstand the pull of two horses and backlift two horses off a bridge which was held up by trestles. She could also juggle small cannonballs! During her act she would lift her husband Max above her head with one hand. Even when her older boy Teddy(who would become a pro boxer) reached a weight of 200, his mom, Katie could easily lift him overhead with one hand!  Perhaps her best known feat was a record which stood for 77 years. Katie shouldered 264 pounds and jerked it overhead!  This feat which was done in 1910 would not be broken until 1987 by New Jersey chiropractor, Dr. Karyn Marshall.
     Katie was the epitome of the working mom and worked her strength act right up to the day she gave birth!! After a brief stint in America where they played the major vaudeville outlets such as the famed Orpheum, Katie and Max returned to Europe. It was here that they serendipitously met John Ringling who hired them on the spot. They returned to America for good and performed for Ringling Brothers and other small circuses.
     Upon retirement, Katie and Max opened a restaurant in Queens where Katie would gracefully do feats of strength while serving her customers. She sadly passed away from cancer in 1952 but left behind one of the greatest of legends.
     Most strength historians look at Katie Sandwina's strength when they think about her and that is all well and good. However her real strength came from within. She had a unique gift which could have caused her to be a pariah.She could have hidden  it but rather, she boldly displayed it. In doing so, she became a legend but more importantly, Katie Sandwina was an inspiration and a beacon  of hope to those of us who only want to be ourselves in a world that wants us to be everything but!  Her life was truly a great example of brawn and bravery.

WILL THE REAL "DROPKICK" MURPHY PLEASE STAND UP.
By Peter Vuono

     About 5 years ago, I entertained at a block party in the predominantly Irish part of Dorchester Ma. As I was setting up, I listened to  a different and pleasant type of rock which combined Celtic roots and hard core punk. I asked the kids who was playing and they immediately said,"The Dropkick Murphys". I, of course, had heard of them being from the Boston area but I wondered if anyone who ever heard of the name knew from where it's true origin came.
     John Murphy was born in Malden, Ma. a northern suburb of Boston on May 12,1912. As a young man he excelled in football but was later drawn to an academic route and entered the Mass. College of Medicine.
John graduated  with an medical doctorate in osteopathy. John grew up tall and strong and had strikingly  good looks. He had natural blond hair and in spite of his handsome and chiseled  appearance he wasn't afraid to risk it and turned to boxing.
    Although he was successful in this venture, his athleticism and fan appeal with the Boston audience caught the attention of Boston wrestling promoter, Paul Bowser. Bowser persuaded Murphy to train as a pro wrestler at  the famed Boston Arena on St. Botolph St. Decades later this arena was renamed the Matthews arena and would host a complete AWA show staring the Road Warriors.
    Murphy's good looks, athletic background and fan  appeal took off and he wrestled all over the country and in Canada. He wrestled well named opponents in the 30's and 40's such as legendary actor/wrestler/stuntman Hard Boiled Haggerty, Lee Henning, Tarzan White and Baron Mikel Leone.
    After garnering enough money, Murphy decided to expand his business pursuits and bought an estate at 40 Davis Road in Acton, Ma. It was called Bellows Farm and it was purchased as the new site of Dr. Murphy's boxer/wrestler training camp where Dr. Murphy, himself would do all the training. Much to his surprise, however, too many of the trainees would arrive hung over and far too frequently.
   It was then that Murphy realized that perhaps his skills of being an MD were more important than his athletic enterprises. He turned Bellows Farm into a hospital for those with alcoholism. In those days alcoholism was considered a character disorder and not a disease. Therefore all clients who were serviced by Dr. Murphy and his wife were kept confidential.
  Murphy abandoned wrestling completely to service those suffering with addiction. Bellows Farm remained in operation until 1971. Dr. Murphy passed on  Oct. 17, 1977. The farm was removed and the only clue of it's existence is that a street in Acton is named Bellows Farm Rd.
  Dr. Murphy left behind an amazing albeit unknown legacy. He was one of only two pro wrestlers to have a legitimate MD.( Dr. Sam Sheppard had the other and Dr. Big Bill Miler was a Vet, and Brit Baker is a DMD) and more than that, he abandoned his dream of a training camp to help service those who suffered.
  Dropkick Murphy bass guitarist Ken Casey had mentioned that he heard many an old timer mention a dry out place named Dropkick Murphy's. He mentioned that he and the band loved the name even before they had a band. This author can tell you that the name Dropkick Murphy means a lot more than that.
 

GO TO THE HEAD OF THE CLASS

By Peter Vuono

     In 2003 my son Mike entered Brockton, Ma. High School. Like any freshman, he was laden with trepidation about what he would have to face. A true oasis for him was Mr. Kenny Heenan, his Science teacher. Mr. Heenan was friendly, funny and open. The kids knew he was there to help. However at the same time, Mr. Heenan possessed a background where if push came to shove, he wouldn't back down and he'd enforce discipline. When Mr. Heenan left teaching, there was an enormous gap in the dept. Shoes had to be filled that not even Wilt Chamberlain could fill; until dept. chairman Rich Poirier, wisely hired John Bergonzi.
   At 6'5" and a solid 220,  the handsome rookie was the perfect choice. The kids, who were very needy and demanding in every way, took to John like flies to honey. They knew that this was a friend who was on their side but who was also strong enough to set boundaries which the kids needed. No one ever would have thought that Mr. Heenan would ever be replaced with the proper substitute but fortuitously, that is exactly what had happened.
     John more than proved himself in the classroom. He became an exemplary teacher, a loyal colleague and found his future wife, Angie, teaching beside him. Things were going great until one morning in mid April of 2011. It began like any other day with the magnificent sunrise shining off the waters of Flagg Pond providing the thousands of incoming students and staff with a beautiful , picturesque landscape to greet their arrival. What no one knew, however was that something else would arrive to school that day.
    An evil wind blew down the street, past the garbage and through the school yard fence. With it, was brought a young man with fire in his eyes, vengeance in his heart and a knife in his hand. His only mission was to do bodily harm on someone who wronged him. As he entered the cafeteria, the only line of defense between him and the student body was John Bergonzi.
    Instinctively, John knew what to do. He quickly grabbed the weapon hand and hauled the boy down pinning him to the floor. The cacophony brought several personnel to the area but the first responder was John and John alone.
     Only God knows what could have happened or who could have been injured if he didn't intervene. But I knew that we had a hero amongst us. For reasons unknown this story of heroism never went national. John later received an award but it was in front of his peers only and the award was soft pedaled in this author's estimation.
    Still, John had accomplished great things. He became  a model teacher, a great friend  and a great colleague. He found the love of his life and exhibited Spartan heroism in protecting the innocent. In every way, John Bergonzi had gone to the head of the class.

BLOND AND BRAVERY
By Peter Vuono

     When my son was young we watched together a plethora of kids' TV shows. One of our favorites was "Hey Arnold". In the second season there was an episode called "Eugene Goes Bad". The gist of the story is that Arnold's  pal, Eugene finds out first hand that an action star he admires is just an actor and not really a hero at all. Eugene acts out and is disruptive at both home and school. One evening as Eugene walks the streets of NYC, he sees his hero,"Maurice" risking his life to save a child who is dangling from a fire escape. Eugene's faith in his hero is restored and he goes back to being the great person he once was.
     I am certain that some film or sports heroes would do the right thing if the opportunity arose but these incidents are rare in occurring in front of the eyes of a child or fan. This is a rare story of a time in the 90's when a king of the ring proved himself to be an avenger of the bullied.
     Herman Rhode Jr .who was the son of German immigrant parents was born in 1921 in Camden NJ. Herman loved sports and immediately joined the Camden YMCA. There he started wrestling  at age 9! He later expanded his interests and excelled in boxing, track and swimming. As he grew older he was incredibly handsome with the kind of chiseled body that a top bodybuilder would have. In a chance meeting with promoters Ray and Frank Hanley, Rhode became a professional wrestler and changed his name to Buddy Rogers.
     Rogers took the formula of the great Gorgeous George and pushed it up several notches. He bleached his hair, became a "heel" and developed an arrogant strut and swagger that made even the most docile fan incensed! Rogers became a fan favorite and was later dubbed"Nature Boy" by promoter Jack Pfefer. He became so popular, that he became world heavyweight champion in both of the major wrestling organizations, the NWA and the WWWF. When Rogers won his title at Comisky Park against Pat O'Conner on June 30, 1961 it registered an attendance record of 38,622. A record which would not be broken until 1984. After beating O'Conner, Rogers defiantly grabbed the microphone and yelled,"To a nicer guy, it couldn't happen!"
     Shortly before Buddy lost the belt to Bruno Sammartino in 1963, he incurred a mild heart attack. He continued to wrestle for the Jim Crockett Promotions in the Carolinas but suffered a broken arm and broken hip. The hip injury made him retire from actual competition and he would from there on walk with a cane. He decided to do color commentary for two big leagues, the AWA and of course, the WWF.
    Rogers retired  to Lauderdale-By-The- Sea at age 69. By this time he had suffered, a heart attack, a by- pass operation and walked with a cane. He , at this time, was about to participate in an incident that would prove to all that he was much more than a ring icon.
   According to an article in the July 6, 1992 issue of the Brockton Enterprise, authored  by famed Chicago columnist, Bob Greene, the following occurred.: " It happened in a sandwich shop called LaSpada's Original Hoagies.near his house. As Nature Boy waited for his turkey hoagie, a huge, angry 29 year old man burst through the front door.According to local police, the man started screaming obscenities and calling the female employees vulgar names."
    " As the man turned to leave the sandwich shop, he noticed Nature Boy. The 29 year old allegedly said to Nature boy,'What are you looking at'? Nature Boy replied,'I don't think you talked to those girls very nice'. The 29 year old allegedly cursed at Nature Boy and then said,'If you want a piece of me, old man, let's go!"
  Greene goes on to say,"As Nature Boy recalled for me later, 'He was a big dude- I'd say 6 foot 4, 235lbs.,but nobody calls Buddy Rogers an old man.'
     "According to the police, the 29 year old lunged at Rogers.'I shoved him against the wall' .Nature Boy said. 'Then he grabs a metal chair. A big folding metal chair. He swings the chair and hits me in the mouth with it. I'm bleeding pretty bad. So I unload on him. The first thing I do is slug him in the solar plexus. He goes back against the refrigerator. I'm an old man, right!'
     'Then I give him another shot, and he goes flying into the kitchen and lands against the sink. I grab him again. He's holding on to my hair and he's screaming'Please stop it!' The guy's begging for mercy By now he's got me so tuned up.I'm ready to go some more. This guy; he's all mouth. This guy, he can't go'.
     Nature Boy walked away from the sandwich shop fight in great shape. The 29 year old was a scared mess. The Lauderdale-By-The-Sea Police praised Nature Boy. Sandwich shop employee Cynthia Marshall told reporters."Buddy was definitely a gentleman come to our aid".
     Two years later, Rogers would incur three strokes; two in one day. He was hooked up to life support but succumbed June 26, 1992 at age 71. He would later be inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame in 1994.
     Arnold's fictional pal Eugene would have loved Buddy Rogers for he was a champ both in and out of the ring. I'm sure he doesn't strut any longer in the hereafter as heroes who have received their reward don't have to. "To a nicer guy, it couldn't happen".