I went back to the fire station after 'Paper Moon', and about three months later I got this phone call. “Fire Station number 39, Gilliam speaking”. “Hello, my name is Mel Brooks. I’m a writer, director, producer, actor, and I’m getting ready to do a big picture, and I want you to be one of my stars.” I said, 'Thank you Mr. Brooks.' Boom, I just hung up the phone. What if he hadn’t called back? I’d have those two cows and living out in East Texas, wouldn’t I?
We did 'War Games'. My part was General Beringer. Apparently the Director, John Badham, thought I reminded him of his dad, who was an Air Force General and I ad-libbed the line “God damn it! I’d piss on a sparkplug if I thought it’d do any good! Let the boy in there, Major.” We had’em rolling in the aisles.
As the 'Dallas' reboot was shooting, Patrick called. They brought me in to read JR's will, and I said to Patrick, ‘Well, I’m sorry to hear about Larry (Hagman passing away).'
Patrick said, ‘Yeah, the SOB had nerve, didn’t he? He died in the middle of the season!
Oh, I wanted to be a Carthage Bulldog soooo bad. And I remember hearing about my brother playing for Carthage. From first grade on; You’re seeing that Carthage football team, I wanna be one of those guys, wear that red uniform. I said, “I can’t wait until its my turn.
The Friday pep rallies, that Friday spirit. Hardly watched the games growing up, but, man, it was something else. So, when I got in the eighth grade, I was a Bullpup at Turner Junior High.
You end your NFL career, 102 games, 37 starts, 14 picks, 4 sacks, 6 fumble recoveries, 4 fumbles, a blocked punt, a pass reception for 48 and a kickoff return. You picked off two Hall of Fame quarterbacks in Marino and Aikman. I mean, the kid that played one year of football until your junior year of high school, the kid that got cut from the JV, the kid that Mom put in a car and made go back to college because he didn't want to be there - but he stuck it out. That was John Booty.
We appeared on Dick Clark’s Where the Action Is. If we were playing in Houston somewhere and Dick Clark knew about it, he’d call us and say, “Would you guys come over and tape a song?” We would come by, go out by a swimming pool or something and tape our newest tune for him. We were on that show four or five times with the Knickerbockers and Paul Revere and the Raiders, so we were hot stuff. We did a lot of work with Dick Clark's Caravan Of Stars and wherever that took us, that's where we would go.
I heard about Jimmie Vaughan growing up because he was in The Chessmen and I was in high school at the time. Whenever we’d come through Dallas, we’d hear about the Chessmen with KLIF or something like that.
When I saw them, you understand, this was back when people played live. You didn’t watch it on YouTube. You had to go to the club and see them play in person. And they just had a presence or a skill set that was just above everybody else. It was just Jimmie and Stevie, and there was everybody else.
James had a brilliant, shrewd mind and a boundless curiosity and he often dabbled in photography, geology, mechanics, archeology, natural history and other disciplines that piqued his interest. James was a motorcycle enthusiast and rode a Harley Davidson. According to family members he was instrumental in developing one of the first panoramic photos. Looking closely, he can be found both at the far left end and at the far right end in the same photo. Notice the Davis Millinery Co of Dallas which made the Davis hats. They can still be found from time to time in antique stores.
Amber Nichole Crum was a two-year-old Dallas girl who vanished on December 26th, 1983 from her family’s truck, parked in front of McDonald’s Grocery at 1016 Murdock Road located in Southeast Dallas County. The business was a mere two blocks from the home where the girl, her mother Stephanie and her mother’s live-in boyfriend James Britt Monroe lived. What happened next was a trial that ended in a whodunit, a possible break, and a family whose lives were ultimately destroyed. This is the story of Amber Crum
October 23 1979 - 7 year old Elizabeth Barclay, her brother and another unrelated child were walking to a grocery store when an here-to-yet unidentified black male stopped them along Community Drive and Northwest Highway. The man then grabbed Barclay and according to the two other children, threatened to drown the girl, then jumped into his car with the young girl and drove away. An investigaton began immediately. The disappearance of the girl brought up memories of the disappearance of Tyra Heath back in July and of another girl five years earlier. Dallas police launched an all points bulletin and called in Dallas Police helicopters to aid in a wider search in hopes of finding the girl.