It’s snowing today in Seattle: on Pat’s birthday. When I was in 6th grade there was what felt like a snow week: sledding down the hill by the Brenans’ and the Conquergoods’ house, playing Atari, playing football with the Lucarelli’s, Mr. Bill on SNL and most importantly making one of Pat’s movies: White Death.
Silent film. Kurt was the monster just indiscriminately killing the neighbors. I remember Dave getting killed, Johnny pulling a cool stunt where I think he fell hard on his ass. Bill is the one who called the cop: me. I chased Kurt and a struggle near the edge of the field left us tumbling over the side. We left it open ended as the monster’s hand shoved through the cover of his snowy grave. It felt like genius to me.
Such a great memory. Thanks Pat. I love you.
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2John Young