(I don’t publish posts from other writers here on my blog. But this one made me break my rule. It’s written by Frank Cavestani – a friend, a collaborator, and one of the most talented guys I know in Hollywood. Frank started out as an actor and got his first big break in 1964 as a kid barely out of his teens who had the great fortune of replacing the lead, Robert Walker Jr, in a Broadway play starring Shelly Winters. Walker broke his leg and the rest is theater history – Frank took over the role and suddenly show business took notice.
And then, Fate stepped in and said, “Not so fast, actor-boy.”
Frank was drafted.
There was a war going on and instead of spending his days slapping on greasepaint and hanging out at Sardi’s, he spent them busting his hump trying to stay alive in the ‘Nam.
Stardom is like catching a lightening bolt in a jar. It doesn’t happen often, and it’s all about timing. Frank’s big break never got a chance to bloom, after several years away from the boards. He still gets gigs as an actor and he directs, but Broadway slipped away from him, as it often does for many others.
We’ve all seen those films about Vietnam, showing us what it was like over there. But Frank writes about something we haven’t seen before: the first time a soldier steps back on U.S. soil and takes off his uniform. It’s taken Frank a long time to write this. It’s a powerful piece.
A little bit like capturing a lightening bolt in a jar.
I’m so glad he wrote it.)
(Please click the link below and it’ll take you to Frank’s story…)