Friday, January 28, 2011

My sassy American Soapbox

The Randy Report is my new avenue to get my point of view out to the world about politics, music, theater and anything that tickles me.

I'm inviting everyone to tune in, shout out and don't be afraid to have an opinion.

Growing up in Texas, I was a pretty afraid of a lot of the world. Afraid to express myself, afraid I wouldn't be liked, afraid I wouldn't get where I wanted to go. I went to Syracuse University for college - blinding change of temperature, tone and scenery. Opened up my world a bit as a got through four freezing cold years, spent over $40K and walked away with a piece of paper saying that I had done something.

I moved to NYC with my best friend Carlye to pursue dreams of being on Broadway, and eventually got there after serving time in many National touring companies of those Broadway shows I dreamed of being a part of.

In those years I came to deal with the fact that I was gay, fell out of the closet, fell in love with my husband Michael, moved out west, got married and began a new chapter. You'll be hearing much more about Carlye and Michael in future posts.

Somewhere along the way I realized life had taught me a lot about fear and it's uselessness. I once heard the phrase "I'm not afraid of anything" and I really liked how that sounded. I really try to honor that. Even if a little fear creeps into a life moment, I chalk it up to reminding me I'm alive. But most of the time, I try to keep heading forward.

I'm not so worried about what people think of me anymore, or what people will think of how I express my thoughts. I think it's the American Way to live and let live, to honor our differences and realize that all our flavors create the best country in the world. I have no time for people who have issues with anyone who is "different." Different is good. And if you believe that, you have to take it to the bank. Live it. So skin color, hair color, religion or lack thereof, sexual orientation, age, blah blah blah.... it all makes life interesting. At least to me.

Short story: My father loved to travel and loved adventure. Before he died at the age of 91, he had traveled everywhere in the world several times over. Sometimes by himself, meeting new friends along the way. My mother had passed away when I was five, so my father was THE grown up figure in my life. He was very confident, and throughout childhood I always knew I wanted his approval. I wanted him to be proud of me. To not only love me, but see me attempt something and hear him say "good job."

When I was very young my father took my brother and me to Mexico for a vacation. For me as a 7 year old, Mexico was a very different world. Other than a swimming pool at a hotel, I was scared of a lot. At one point we were on a beach and my father signed my 9 year old brother Gary up to go para-sailing. They strapped Gary into the harness, and up and away he went. It didn't seem like adventure to me so much as just plain frightening. When the time came for the ride to end, my brother was so small and light in weight and the wind was so strong, it was difficult to get him down to the ground. It took ten minutes for the "technicians" to get him down. My father turned to me and said "you're next" and I went running away, crying. Scared to death. That was Mexico to me for a long, long time.

Fast forward to two years ago. I was on vacation with friends of mine and we all decided to go zip lining through the jungle near Puerto Vallarta. I couldn't wait. Loved it. Taking a zip line hundreds of feet above the jungle floor was beyond exhilarating. The guides asked my name at the start of the day and I gave myself a nickname "Bruno" just to be funny and make my friends laugh. All day long the guides cheered "Bruno" on. It was a great day. No fear in sight and it didn't even occur to me fear should even be in the equation.

The next morning, while still in Mexico, I got the call my 91 year old father had passed away in his sleep of natural causes. I flew from PV to Texas to handle the funeral and burial details. In getting ready to speak at my father's funeral - a daunting and important "one shot moment" at expressing something that needed to be profound - I searched to find the best and most "right" thing to say about this world & life traveler who never showed fear.

And suddenly it came to me the memory of that 7 year old boy who was so afraid of everything in life, and now - having just been in Mexico for the first time since the frightening age of 7, and without thinking twice - I was the one zooming through the canopy of the jungle thrilled at the adventure of it all. I suddenly sensed an amazing closing of a circle and passing of a torch. I think one of our parent's greatest responsibilities is to prepare us, consciously and subconsciously, to face life. To not be afraid.

Standing next to my father's casket, I took a second, turned and said to my father and his memory - "good job."

That story probably says something about me and my life. Tons of friends got me here along the way.

I hope people find this blog, and read and react.

Feel free. No fear.


  1. Randy, Beautiful. Your Dad would be soooo proud !!!!!!!!!!

  2. Randy- Im so proud to call you my friend!! I love what your doing!! keep them coming I want to read all of them!! love you and Michael!! xxoo

  3. It's a pleasure to "meet" you and have a chance to follow your story... :)

  4. Hi Randy,

    First I'd like to commend you for such a great post. Having 3 children of my own, and knowing how close each of them are to me, as well as me to them, your feelings,thoughts and words you had at your dad's funeral really touched me. Reading your story about your life and how you got there, reading about your views and being so open minded, I am proud of you. So can you imagine just how proud your dad must be of you. You did Great Randy! (Smiles)
    Secondly, I'd like to introduce myself as Donna, an acquaintance of Michael's from NJ. Although we went to the same high school, I was several years older(i know his older brothers)and I and was one of the coaches for the Girl's Track & Field team. Michaels was of course on Boy's Track, but we shared the field, so that's where I got to know Michael. He was just so adorable and I can honestly say, I always remember him wearing such a big smile and always being a lot of fun, not to mention so polite. I also got to know him when the school was preparing for a Play. I was helping out and he was one of the performers.(I still have some pictures somewhere, lol) Again, he was so adorable back then and he always had a great personality. I see he carried all of that with him through the years. I am very happy for the both of you with finding each other. Both of you are good hearted souls. I wish the best of luck to you and Michael. I wish you much luck and success with your new blog. I think it's Great, so hold your head up high and be proud of yourself. This world needs more Randy's in it!
    I will be visiting it again.