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About ldlagarino

I'm a somewhat retired tractor-trailer driver who loves the movies and always loved to write. I have time now. No excuses. I suppose it's only natural for me to lean toward screenwriting.

Dad & Joe DiMaggio; Feb 9, 1995; Dedication of the Ted Williams Hitters Hall of Fame


Dad & Joe DiMaggio08222014 Joe D was gracious enough to have photo taken with my father. Dad’s on Joe’s left, right side from our POV.

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LABORERS ON BREAK


Laborers07222014 Back in the late 90s, I drove a dump truck and labored for a Portuguese contractor in the city of Peekskill, New York. That’s me, second from right. The laborers were all from Ecuador. They ate well, chicken and … Continue reading

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THE KIND OF MOVIE I LOVED AS A KID. IN MANY WAYS, I STILL AM.


Vera Cruz (1954) . Gary Cooper, Burt Lancaster, Denise Darcel WESTERN MOVIE

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MY WORDPRESS ANNIVERSARY


I received an e-mail today notifying me of my one year blogging anniversary. Though I’ve posted little of late, I’ve tried to keep up with what other bloggers are doing, and I’ve posted an occasional comment. I’ve been working ferociously … Continue reading

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Jude Swift


The Love Language by: Jude Swift

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GEORGE SURANOVICH “DOGGONE”


The Break Down #2: Love – Doggone – by Frost Gamble For some reason, when the great rock and roll drummers of all time are discussed, this man’s name never comes up. Listen and enjoy.

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MY SENTIMENTS ON THE EVER EXPANDING HOW-TO PHENOMENON


When I need advice, I’ll ask for it.

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SISTERS OF CHARITY


“Sisters of Charity, my ass. They shoulda called ’em Sisters of No Mercy. There was one, Sister Elise. The worst of all a them. Short, round and homicidal. She had these stubby little fingers she would dig into your hair, down to the scalp, and … Continue reading

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CHARLIE’S STORY


“So we’re all out drinkin’, drivin’ around, and Petey gets sick. So no one wants to stop. We’re partyin’, havin’ a good time, and this is gonna fuck everything up. So Sal yells back at Petey to shut up. In … Continue reading

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DOUBLE DUTCH


Joey stared down from the roof of his four story red brick apartment building at the two girls jumping double Dutch on the sidewalk. Fat Ellie went first: “five ten fifteen twenty twenty-five thirty thirty-five forty forty-five …” and on. Then skinny … Continue reading

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Coleman Hawkins Quintet South of France Blues


If you like the blues

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Grand Funk Live


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NEWS FROM THE HIATUS


     Couple or so weeks ago, someone reading my blog commented that it probably wasn’t the greatest idea to publish a screenplay worded exactly the way I planned on submitting it to God knows who when complete. The reasoning was … Continue reading

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TRYING TO GENERATE SOME INTEREST


In an effort to reel in a few more viewers, I went ahead and changed the title of my screenplay in progress from “When Greasers Turned To Freaks” to “Peace, Love and Bombs.” Going into the “Reader” section of WordPress … Continue reading

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PEACE, LOVE AND BOMBS 12


EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS – DAY Bianca and Franco exit the car. She immediately heads for the gathering demonstration. He hesitates, watching her. More vehicles enter the lot. Students continue pouring in, swelling the ranks. He notices out of state license … Continue reading

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PEACE, LOVE AND BOMBS 11


EXT. TWO STORY BRICK BUILDING ON SUBURBAN STREET CORNER THAT HOUSES SECOND FLOOR BILLIARD PARLOR – DAY Franco’s Mustang pulls along the curb and parks. He gets out and locks the door. His beat up work clothes covered with dried … Continue reading

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PEACE, LOVE AND BOMBS 10


INT. CO-OP APARTMENT HALLWAY – DAY Franco presses his ear to an apartment door. He hears the muffled sound of a man’s voice and knocks, but no one answers. He knocks harder. He hears activity, someone stirring, then a clearer … Continue reading

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PEACE, LOVE AND BOMBS 9


EXT. SUBURBAN BUSINESS AREA – NIGHT Little Sal’s Eldorado pulls up and parks across the street from Dominick’s gourmet deli and bistro. The headlights go dark. INT. CADILLAC – TWO SHOT SAL What time you got? TONY Quarter of. He … Continue reading

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PEACE, LOVE AND BOMBS 8


EXT. STREETS OF NEW ROCHELLE – DAY A black 1967 GT 500 Shelby Mustang with silver-grey hood and trunk stripes tears around a corner from a side street near the Pelham border and heads east on Main. INT. MUSTANG – … Continue reading

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PEACE, LOVE AND BOMBS 7


EXT. CASA NAPOLI – EARLY EVENING Marked by screeners enforcing decorum, elegantly attired patrons stream through the front door, one or two, not dressed to code, politely turned away. Two large men in fitted suits patrol the street, preventing cars … Continue reading

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PEACE, LOVE AND BOMBS 5


INT. ELEPHANT TREE BAR/RESTAURANT – NIGHT Players and patrons cram the barroom floor. More stream through an opened front door, squeezing into spaces barely wide enough to breathe in. Waitresses hoist pitchers overhead, maneuvering this way and that to tables … Continue reading

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PEACE, LOVE AND BOMBS 4


EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT Patrons move in and out of the diner, to and from their cars. Unseen behind the dumpster, Franco sits huddled on the ground, his back against the fence. He checks his watch. It’s after midnight. … Continue reading

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PEACE, LOVE AND BOMBS 3


INT. POOLHALL STAIRWAY – DAY Franco hastens toward the first landing, hears the heavy glass doors open and the sound of two men talking loudly as they enter the building from the street. He hesitates, almost turns back, then mutters … Continue reading

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PEACE, LOVE AND BOMBS 2


DISSOLVE TO: INT. POOLHALL – DAY At first indistinct, the glare from hanging overhead lights slowly sharpens, revealing the decrepit white of an antiquated ceiling. Beneath, pool balls lay scattered on a bright green felt. A young man’s steady hands … Continue reading

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PEACE, LOVE AND BOMBS 1


FADE IN: INT. SPEEDING VAN – NIGHT A half dozen mid-twentyish partyers lie passed out across a bare mattress in a disheveled heap of wildly colorful clothing. A flood of street lights flickers sporadically through the van’s dark tinted windows, … Continue reading

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Sidebars from hubcaps


As much as I enjoy putting pen to paper, I have to confess to not knowing widgets from lugnuts. I guess it’s a generational thing. Studying literature in college at the State University of New York back in the seventies, … Continue reading

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Glad to Join the WordPress family


Glad to Join the WordPress family.

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Trying to Understand


I was going to post something personal today, then realized this is not the time.  An event occurred in Connecticut that strikes all of us hard in the gut, a senseless act that can’t be rationalized no matter how long … Continue reading

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