07-29-2016, 02:53 AM
In a change of pace, we were only 20 minutes late for our trip to Milford. Our plan was to leave early and eat breakfast in Milford before our interview with Alex Orban. So we were up early and left by 6ish. I'm going to miss New York since I don't think I visited enough places. But then I'm not on a vacation.
The trip went really smoothly. I very glad we weren't traveling South on the 95. We saw an accident in the opposite lane and then the never ending back up of cars behind it. The traffic jam had to be at least 10 miles long and growing.
We had breakfast at the Corner restaurant in Milford, which, according to the banner above the main window, was featured on a cooking show. It was a nice place with friendly staff. The menu was aimed directly at foodies, which is not me. 95 times out of 100, I'll order a bacon and cheese omelette for breakfast. The other five times, I add sausage to the mix. But this menu was all sorts of weird combinations of food with nary an omelet in sight. I finally opted for apple and cinnamon stuffed french toast, which was really good. HK had the specialty of the house which was this bacon wrapped egg thing with duck and some indian hot sauce. It was almost good enough to come back a second day.
Even with the delay and the leisurely breakfast, we still had time to kill before the interview. Our waitresses, and I'm guessing owner, told us the Dan Patrick show was filmed just up the street. As a matter of fact, they had breakfasts for the Dan Patrick show waiting for pick-up. So, we wandered into town looking for the Subway Sandwich shop above which the Dan Patrick show was filmed.
We saw it. It looked like blacked out windows. Woohoo. I will let you non-sports fans find out on your own, who Dan Patrick is.
Alex Orban was not in his pajamas nor did he forget that he had an interview with us that morning. He even greeted me by name as he ushered us into his home. He had a beautiful big house on Burnt Plains Rd. He also had a daycare center attached to the house. My first fear was that we would hear screaming kids the entire interview. But there wasn't a peep from that end of the house. Maybe they were on vacation.
The usual drill occurred. The car was unloaded. I sweated while setting up. HK talked in the other room. I shut a lot of windows and turned off a lot of fans in my continuing quest to not hear any outside noise.
Just as I finished setting up I noticed what could be today's problem. I had set us up in the great room. There were two skylights in the ceiling and one of them had the sun shining through it. At 9:30, the big square of bright light was off in the corner, but as the sun traversed the sky it was going to move into the shot. I figured it was best to start shooting now.
For all Mr. Orban's talk of being like a son to Piller and being Piller's last student, once again he didn't have a lot of detail about Piller's early life. We did get some chatter about what kind of man he was. And we did get a few stories. Probably the oddest result for us, was we made Mr. Orban cry. Twice. I also thought he was going to tell us the tragic story of what happened to Piller's daughter. Instead, he told us a story of how much Piller's daughter liked being a showgirl.
As predicted, the sun did start to invade the shot. So, I stopped the shoot and rearranged everything. It was good for about thirty minutes, then I had to move again. Eventually, we were all going to be jammed into the corner to avoid the glare from the sun.
Mr. Orban's wife hobbled in. She demanded to take pictures. We stood around while she tried to make her camera work. She also offered to open the windows back up and turn on some fans so it wouldn't be quite so hot in the great room. Thank you for being no help at all.
After the interview, HK showed Orban some footage on the WCFA website that I had assembled from footage I had found in Heziburo Okawa's dumpster. It was the 1958 PCC's and he had never seen it before. We tried to get his wife to watch but she lost interest in about a second. Mr. Orban's son, who could be a tennis superstar if he would just follow his father's advice, also begged off watching the video and would try and catch it later.
The one thing Alex Orban did have in house was an abundance of pure bred cats, most of whom were quite curious about all this camera gear cluttering up their living space.
We had lunch at the Athenian Diner in Milford on Orban's recommendation. We told Orban about the great breakfast place, but he said he never went to that side of town. That side of town was about a mile away from his house.
This night, we stayed at the Holiday Inn Express, which was nice. I spent the afternoon doing laundry in the hotel. For dinner, we went to a bad pizza place in downtown Milford. On the drive over, I didn't know where the hell in Milford we were. Then we turned a corner and I realized we were back in downtown Milford right by the Dan Patrick studio.
Thursday is going to be a travel day to Boston.
The trip went really smoothly. I very glad we weren't traveling South on the 95. We saw an accident in the opposite lane and then the never ending back up of cars behind it. The traffic jam had to be at least 10 miles long and growing.
We had breakfast at the Corner restaurant in Milford, which, according to the banner above the main window, was featured on a cooking show. It was a nice place with friendly staff. The menu was aimed directly at foodies, which is not me. 95 times out of 100, I'll order a bacon and cheese omelette for breakfast. The other five times, I add sausage to the mix. But this menu was all sorts of weird combinations of food with nary an omelet in sight. I finally opted for apple and cinnamon stuffed french toast, which was really good. HK had the specialty of the house which was this bacon wrapped egg thing with duck and some indian hot sauce. It was almost good enough to come back a second day.
Even with the delay and the leisurely breakfast, we still had time to kill before the interview. Our waitresses, and I'm guessing owner, told us the Dan Patrick show was filmed just up the street. As a matter of fact, they had breakfasts for the Dan Patrick show waiting for pick-up. So, we wandered into town looking for the Subway Sandwich shop above which the Dan Patrick show was filmed.
We saw it. It looked like blacked out windows. Woohoo. I will let you non-sports fans find out on your own, who Dan Patrick is.
Alex Orban was not in his pajamas nor did he forget that he had an interview with us that morning. He even greeted me by name as he ushered us into his home. He had a beautiful big house on Burnt Plains Rd. He also had a daycare center attached to the house. My first fear was that we would hear screaming kids the entire interview. But there wasn't a peep from that end of the house. Maybe they were on vacation.
The usual drill occurred. The car was unloaded. I sweated while setting up. HK talked in the other room. I shut a lot of windows and turned off a lot of fans in my continuing quest to not hear any outside noise.
Just as I finished setting up I noticed what could be today's problem. I had set us up in the great room. There were two skylights in the ceiling and one of them had the sun shining through it. At 9:30, the big square of bright light was off in the corner, but as the sun traversed the sky it was going to move into the shot. I figured it was best to start shooting now.
For all Mr. Orban's talk of being like a son to Piller and being Piller's last student, once again he didn't have a lot of detail about Piller's early life. We did get some chatter about what kind of man he was. And we did get a few stories. Probably the oddest result for us, was we made Mr. Orban cry. Twice. I also thought he was going to tell us the tragic story of what happened to Piller's daughter. Instead, he told us a story of how much Piller's daughter liked being a showgirl.
As predicted, the sun did start to invade the shot. So, I stopped the shoot and rearranged everything. It was good for about thirty minutes, then I had to move again. Eventually, we were all going to be jammed into the corner to avoid the glare from the sun.
Mr. Orban's wife hobbled in. She demanded to take pictures. We stood around while she tried to make her camera work. She also offered to open the windows back up and turn on some fans so it wouldn't be quite so hot in the great room. Thank you for being no help at all.
After the interview, HK showed Orban some footage on the WCFA website that I had assembled from footage I had found in Heziburo Okawa's dumpster. It was the 1958 PCC's and he had never seen it before. We tried to get his wife to watch but she lost interest in about a second. Mr. Orban's son, who could be a tennis superstar if he would just follow his father's advice, also begged off watching the video and would try and catch it later.
The one thing Alex Orban did have in house was an abundance of pure bred cats, most of whom were quite curious about all this camera gear cluttering up their living space.
We had lunch at the Athenian Diner in Milford on Orban's recommendation. We told Orban about the great breakfast place, but he said he never went to that side of town. That side of town was about a mile away from his house.
This night, we stayed at the Holiday Inn Express, which was nice. I spent the afternoon doing laundry in the hotel. For dinner, we went to a bad pizza place in downtown Milford. On the drive over, I didn't know where the hell in Milford we were. Then we turned a corner and I realized we were back in downtown Milford right by the Dan Patrick studio.
Thursday is going to be a travel day to Boston.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm