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gatutor · 10 months

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Luciana Paluzzi-Robert Vaughn "Trampa para una espía" (To trap a spy) 1964, de Don Medford.

#Luciana Paluzzi #Robert Vaughn #Don Medford

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abs0luteb4stard · 1 year

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W A T C H I N G

Gene Hackman always played terrible evil bad guys, but he's such a lovely good dude in real life. He was on Richard Nixon's 'enemy list'. That alone makes him a good guy IRL. Lol

Oliver Reed is in this, his first American movie. Playing an American cowboy. His facial scars play well into it.

Characters with mismatched morals. The seemingly well-dressed rich rancher is a sadist and a gleeful angrymurder.

The gruff unkempt working class guy misunderstood as an outlaw, has the morals of an antihero, but a decent man that seems to respect lives of even the worst of his group.

The woman that willfully marries her rich rancher husband but seems to have learned he has no heat, he's secretly mean and sadistic. The outlaw kidnaps her to learn to read, but even in taking her he's more kind and tender than he disgusting husband. To the point that she'd rather be with and die with a man that's got a soul than her cold controlling hellish husband.

Conundrum. I love it when the balance is turned upside down and inside out. Nobody is innocent. But there's definitely someone guiltier and filthier than the other.

#THE HUNTING PARTY (1971)#OLIVER REED #GENE HACKMAN #CANDICE BERGEN #Don Medford #Simon Oakland #L. Q. Jones #Mitchell Ryan #Ronald Howard #William Watson #G.D. Spradlin #Rayford Barnes #Bernard Kay #Francesca Tu #WESTERN #COWBOY MOVIES #WATCHING

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almeriamovies · 2 years

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“The Hunting Party” by Don Medford (1971) Oliver Reed in Balsicas de Alfaro, Tabernas #Almeria #Cinema #Western

#the hunting party #don medford #oliver reed #Balsicas de Alfaro #Tabernas Desert #cinema #Almeria #western

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kwebtv · 2 months

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From the Golden Age of Television

The Dark, Dark Hours - CBS - December 12, 1954

A presentation of "The General Electric Theater" Season 3 Episode 12

Drama

Running Time: 30 minutes

Produced by Mort Abrahams

Directed by Don Medford

Hosted by Ronald Reagan

Stars:

Ronald Reagan as Joe

James Dean as Bud

Constance Ford as Betty

Jack Simmons as Peewee

#The Dark Dark Hours #TV #The General Electric Theater #1954 #1950's #CBS #Drama #Ronald Reagan #James Dean #Constance Ford #Jack Simmons

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effnyous · 11 months

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closed plotted starter for @sheldoney

serefine hardy had been raised in the same neighborhood as howard wolowitz and his crazy mother. they'd been a rather close pair of friends, even when howard hit puberty and turned into an absolute horndog. he realized quickly serefine was definitely not interested in him like that and the pair continued to be friends, even when she moved to medford texas in 7th grade. she'd made good friends in texas, missy cooper being one of her very best. though she moved, as she and howard graduated schools and moved away, the pair kept in close contact with eachother. that was why serefine was on her way to pasadena, to move there for a job opportunity and feeling comfortable knowing she'd at least be around someone familiar to her when her partner had found out she was pregnant and took off, leaving her to raise a baby alone. after arriving, howard allowed serefine a few days before introducing her to bernadette, who serefine thought was absolutely amazing and brilliant and didn't judge her one bit for having the barely there baby bump.

she'd avoided going out, worried about how others might look at her before the fiery little blonde tore into her and convinced her to meet their group of friends. bernie had assured her that no one would judge, and not to listen to anything sheldon says. today she donned a batman shirt and a pair of black leggings, and her comfiest converse. she only put a little makeup on, maybe trying to mask the pregnancy glow from the strangers she was going to meet. when she walked in, she'd been introduced to everyone before one of the people caught her eye. his face familiar and then she remembered he was sheldon.

❛ shelly cooper? ❜

#sheldoney #♡ ⁄ 🇹🇭🇪 🇼🇴🇷🇩🇸 🇮 🇭🇦🇻🇪 🇦🇷🇪 🇫🇴🇷 🇾🇴🇺 ミ serefine interactions.#♡ ⁄ 🇯🇺🇸🇹 🇧🇪🇹🇼🇪🇪🇳 🇾🇴🇺 ﹠ 🇲🇪 ミ closed.#tw: pregnancy mention #tw: pregnancy

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therealjesusjohn · 1 year

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Final non show day of the tour. Getting some work done while listening to Don discuss beers. Check him out at http://www.youtube. com/@ DonsBeerReviews #amonamarth #carcass #obituary #cattledecapitation #tour #dayoff #nonshowday #donsbeerreviews #beer #brewtube @don_reviews (at SpringHill Suites by Marriott Medford) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmKOKqnPkH8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#amonamarth #carcass #obituary #cattledecapitation #tour #dayoff #nonshowday #donsbeerreviews #beer #brewtube

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arlenschumer · 1 year

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TONIGHT on ME-TV @ 12:35am EST, one of the GREAT episodes of THE TWILIGHT ZONE: “A PASSAGE FOR TRUMPET” (Written by Rod Serling, directed by Don Medford, originally broadcast May 20, 1960) “You’re in a kind of limbo...you’re neither here nor there...you’re in the middle, between the two...the real...and the shadow.” One of the best descriptions of The Twilight Zone itself, written by its creator Serling, and spoken by a very special character in “A Passage for Trumpet,” describing the posthumous, purgatorial state of Joey Crown, a trumpet player (played by Jack Klugman in the first of his four TZ episodes), after he commits suicide by jumping in front of a speeding truck. Crown, a once-great trumpeter, was distraught over losing gigs—and his trumpet to a pawn broker—because of his habitual drinking. The post-suicide, ghostlike Crown, after experiencing being invisible to and ignored by the living (cf. Bruce Willis in M. Night Shyamalan's 1999 film The Sixth Sense), returns to the back alley of his favorite jazz club (one of The Twilight Zone’s most stunningly designed sets, a skeletal framework of scaffolding lit in chiaroscuro by suspended construction lights), and hears some beautiful trumpet being played, coming not from inside the club, but from somewhere in the alley. Playing that trumpet is the “very special character,” acted by the avuncular John Anderson (who’ll star in season two's "The Odyssey of Flight 33" and five’s “The Old Man in the Cave”). After letting Joey take a toot of his horn, he proceeds to gently counsel Crown, coaxing him to a broader understanding of himself and of life; that Joey Crown was more than just a great trumpet player, that he had more to offer both himself and the world around him. The Anderson character bids Joey goodbye, and walks away, horn in hand, down the scaffolded walkway into the darkness, but stops when Crown calls out to him, asking for his name. Anderson, bathed in a halo-like aura from the hanging light above, responds, “Call me Gabe...short for Gabriel.” arlenschumer.com/twilight-zone #rodserling #twilightzone #arlenschumer @dgareps @bearmanor.media https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpxk_kWs8Ad/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#rodserling #twilightzone #arlenschumer

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apartyofone · 2 years

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Another Storyworth post

How did I get my first job?

I've previously answered the question about my first FIRST job with neighbor Emma Dunn. Someday I'll tell the story about how I got my first REAL job out of college but that's for another day. So how about all those other random life experiences in the workplace? Through my summers between high school and college, I had a pretty wide variety of jobs:

I applied for and "got" the sports reporter job at our tiny local weekly paper when I was a sophomore in high school. I think the publisher John Mustard thought it was 'cute' that some kid wanted to try to be a reporter, but I think I surprised him with my dedication. After they got bigger and hired a couple of real sportswriters - graduates from Univ of Oregon - taught me a lot about reporting and interviewing. I even started covering local government meetings in Jacksonville, Oregon.

I had one short miserable summer as a dishwasher at the Plymale Kitchen restaurant in Jacksonville. Thank goodness I came down with a horrible skin rash about 6 weeks into the job. That was my one and only restaurant job in my life.

I spent one summer as the "Assistant Produce Manager" - the title I gave myself - for our local grocery store, called Van Wey's Markets. I'd come in during the early afternoon and get my marching orders from the department manager. He was a pretty hard-working guy and good to work with. He taught me how to sort and go through the produce and fruit on the floor, cleaning out the old and rotten stuff. The cooler was packed with boxes of fresh produce delivered almost every day. I'd go up and down the aisles and restock as needed. I'd have to trim out some of the produce - corn, cabbage, and lettuce - before putting it out for display. It wasn't too bad and there were some slow times as well when I didn't have much to do. On one of my last days, I decided to make life a little more interesting so I wrote notes like "Help, I'm being held hostage at Van Wey's Market" and slipped them between the lettuce leaves.

This stint gave me the idea for a few summers' worths of a side hustle that was a labor of love and profit. My parents' house was situated on some of the most fertile soil in the world, on the west side of the Rogue River Valley. I've already described the rich sandy loam soil, and it was perfect for growing any kind of vegetables. This is where I gained my lifelong love of growing veggies - from seeds to harvest. I claimed a three-acre patch on the side of our property and started raising heirloom summer corn. You know, the kind with the crazy off-beat kernel colors like red, purple, orange, etc. From my contacts at the local market, I called a local gourmet grocery distributor that did business with San Francisco Bay Area markets. I took a bag of my "fancy" corn and he told me he could sell anything I grew to the gourmet stores and restaurants in California. Once a week I'd load up our old pickup truck with 12-15 bushels of corn. I was making over $1 an ear of corn to this wholesaler - at a time when corn cost about a nickel an ear in the local grower markets. Thank god for those early adaptor foodies!

I had two part-time jobs one summer. I would spend some weekday mornings at the local daily newspaper office, the Medford Mail Tribune, getting some real-life experience in the office. I remember the editor John Lowry and reporters Don Hunt and others being really friendly and helpful. I'd cover the occasional stock car race when Hunt was on vacation. They even sent me to cover an Oregon Football game down in Fresno - that was a huge thrill!

The other part-time job? I was a cashier and gas pump operator at a tiny convenience store outside of Central Point. We sold beer, cigarettes............and beer. Oh yeah, I already said beer. It still amazes me how the local Wawas, 711s can even survive without alcohol sales. I worked a 4 pm to 1 am shift over the weekends, and those were pretty exciting hours at times. One night a guy came in after I had closed at 1:15 and wanted some beer. I shouted through the window that we were closed, but he wasn't having any of that. He pulled his car back about 15 feet and decided to ram the building. Really bad idea - because it was constructed of cement block. I called the cops but the car managed to limp away before they arrived. After that episode, the store owner kept a huge softball bat behind the counter for me. He informed me that it was now my "Can Beater". I said, "huh"? "Yeah," he said. "It's for Mexi-CANS, Afri-CANS...." Ah, southern Oregon.

I spent two horrible-yet-profitable summers in the local plywood sawmills. I worked at the Boise Cascade plant on an industrial site between Medford and Central Point on Highway 99. I would usually work the Swing (3-11) and sometimes the Graveyard (11-7) shit in the factories. I was a nervous wreck on every shift, trying to keep up with the workers that had put in their time for decades. I'd never know what machine I'd be working on until I reported for my shift. The easiest job were feeding wet veneer - long "sheets" of thin wood sliced to make up the parts of plywood - into the mouth of the 200-foot-long dryers. These shifts were fun - especially when I was paired with another summer worker - a girl from Oregon State University who happened to have been featured in Playboy's Girls of the Pac 8 during the previous spring. And yes, we did go out a couple of times that summer. Together we would lay in a flat row of this sticky, smelly wood to be ingested into this mega machine. If we didn't do our job correctly, the wood would jam up and cause a fire in this long oven.

The other job that I hated was on the far end of this dryer - pulling out the now dried sheets of veneer - and trying to stack the sheets on a large metal cart. It was an art to the job - using the air to float the sheets into position. Luckily, the old timers were very patient with us "kids" as we filled in for the regulars taking their summer vacations.

At the end of my shifts, I'd drag my tired ass to my parent's house and soak in their oak hot tub for an hour before trying to get some sleep.

So why put myself through the torture? Oregon minimum wage in 1980 was around $3.50 per hour. The lumber mill unions helped me earn $18.00/hour and I often worked the holidays for time-and-and-half bonus dollars! I was able to buy a car and upgrade some other toys for all my labor!

#storyworth

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freewayfarrell · 2 years

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Mark your calendar for August 27th , from 11am – 9pm for the 2022Gourmet Food Truck Competition. Try out some different food trucks, listen to some great music and have a great time! Live Music By Jump Houses Local Business Vendors Live Stand Up Comedy Freeway Farrell https://www.freewayfarrell.com/ The event will be held in Pear Blossom Park – 312 E. 4th Street Medford, Oregon 97501 Visit [email protected] for more information about the food trucks, menus, etc. Get ready Southern;Oregon for the largest food truck competition Mexican American Asian Pizza Best in show Best authentic cuisine Best meal for under $10 Best meal for under $20 Best taco truck Most hottest Food on the block Hey masao! I’m the face painter who was in the mall last weekend. Hey, I’m seeing ads for your food truck competition! It looks like it’s gonna be rad. I know I’m not a food vendor, but I wonder if you think there’d be a place for me at this event? Lemme know! Thanks 🙂 541-350-0903 Face painting By: https://m.facebook.com/artisticexpressionsfaceart/ Introducing this year‘s 2022 contestants Don pedros Tacos Don Pedros Pizzeria Smokin Coast 2 Kountry Cipriano Argentian Sandwiches La Cocina del Paisa aka Birria House Big O Spuds *W Taco Don Goyo *W Travelers Ice Cream Exotic Wave Snacks Kwiki Mango? Lomeli de Fusion Food truck Mexican munchies by fresh MX TACOS EL CHAPO Wild Oasis Ranch La Casa De La Birria Stones Jamaican Cusine Crepeme *W Fizzies Lemonade Fruit Splash *W The Melt Mas Elote Bar Growler King Yolas Tacos Al's Mediteranian Cuisine Purdee LLC. https://www.instagram.com/p/ChjPTXnOxoK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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twilightzonecloseup · 2 years

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4.06 Death Ship

Director: Don Medford

Director of Photography: Robert Pittack

“Picture of a man who will not see anything he does not choose to see - including his own death. A man of such indomitable will that even the two men beneath his command are not allowed to see the truth; which truth is, that they are no longer among the living, that the movements they make and the words they speak have all been made and spoken countless times before - and will be made and spoken countless times again, perhaps even unto eternity.”