Month: March 2012

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Act II Scene Two:


Narrator: After Mick Russel leaves the sheriff’s office he is feeling a little thirsty. He decides to stop in at Dusty’s Tavern. He carries his bag in with him.


Dusty the Bartender: Howdy, Mick. What you got there in the bag?


Narrator: As Mick is about to open his bag and spill the contents on the barroom counter, he turns to see Lloyd the Barber sitting beside him.


Mick: Hey, aren’t you Lloyd the Barber from the Andy Griffin





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Lloyd: The one and only. Let’s see what you got there in the bag,



Narrator: Mick dumps the contents of the bag on the table.


Mick: Hey Lloyd, how are Aunt Bee and Obie doing?


Lloyd: Look man, this is the way it is. There is no Obie and there is no Aunt Bee. It’s just a TV show. It’s not real, man.


Mick: I know that. You think I’m stupid or something?


Lloyd: Ah, I’m just messing with you, man. Why don’t you show us what’s in your bag and I’ll buy you a beer.


Mick: Well for a free beer I guess I can empty my bag and tell you

where I found this stuff.


Narrator: Mick empties the bag of metallic material on the barroom table.



Author’s Preface

Author’s Preface

I started writing the play, Roswell 1947 several years ago. At that time I was teaching a drama class to a group of men with psychiatric disabilities. I was having difficulty finding a play that I thought would both meet the needs and capture the attention of my students. The thought occurred to me. Why don’t I write my own original play? The result was the play, Roswell 1947.

I wrote this play in weekly serials. I had no set structure for the play. In other words I didn’t have it all planned out, act by act or scene by scene. As soon as I had a section of Roswell 1947 completed I had copies made. During the next drama class my students and I would start working on the portion of the play that I had completed. During the time before the next drama class I would write another episode to the play.

To be honest, writing this play was not difficult. It sort of came to me in a stream of consciousness manner. The play just flowed as I wrote it. At times I actually thought that Roswell 1947 was writing itself. The majority of the play was actually written while I was at home recovering from total knee replacement therapy. I found that writing the play made me laugh out loud as I read it back to itself. I thought that if this play could make me laugh at a time when I was in a great deal of physical pain the odds were that others would find it funny also.

I found that the beauty of this play is that it takes the reader right out of their daily reality and into another world. I believe that this is one of the main purposes of good writing. I decided to publish this play in the hope that other readers will enjoy a very pleasant escape from reality by reading this play. I also have plans to make an audio version of this play. One of the key selling points of this play is that it begs to be acted out.

Some people are likely to find parts ,if not all, of Roswell 1947 to be offensive for a variety of reasons. I must emphasize that this play is not meant to be an accurate depiction of actual historical events or real life characters. The characters that I have created are all fictitious. For example the characters from the Andy Griffith Show are all transformed into something else by the writer. There isn’t any real correlation between my created characters and those who acted in the real television series. These characters are reconstructed solely for the sake of the art of the absurd.

Anyway, I hope that you have a good time reading Roswell 1947.

Ken David Stewart

The Monkees Revisited

The Monkees Revisited

For the last couple of weeks I’ve been listening to old cds by The Monkees. They still sound great in 2012. I am going to list my top ten songs by The Monkees:

Daydream Believer

Look Out Here Comes Tomorrow

Saturday’s Child

You Just May Be The One


Theme from the Monkees

Forget That Girl

Shades of Gray

Sometime in the Morning

Sunny Girlfriend

The Monkees

The Monkees

Last week I watched a Biography Channel tribute to Davy Jones of The Monkees. When I was in my teens I used to watch The Monkees television program on Sunday evenings. I also bought their albums. I didn’t really care if The Monkees were a real band or not. Their shows were funny and their music was great. The Monkees provided good clean family entertainment and they gave their audience a temporary break from reality.

My Poor Knees

My Poor Knees

Approximately two years ago I had a total knee replacement done on my right knee. My left knee was not that great either but my right knee was definitely giving me more grief. All went well for about a year and a half post surgery. I had returned to most of my premorbid physical activities. I now fear that I may have over done it. My right knee is once again as painful as it was before and my left knee is running a close second. So I have begun another round of x-rays to find out what is causing my distress. One possibility is that the mechanical apparatus in my right knee has loosened. I will have to wait until all my x-rays are completed before I know the verdict.

How’s My Writing?

How’s My Writing?

This week has been a bad week for getting substitute teaching assignments but a productive week for my writing. You could say that I’ve taken up novel and play writing as an avocation. Part of the reason is that I need something to do when I’m up before 6:00 AM waiting for a substitute teaching assignment. If I don’t get a call or get one for the afternoon only, at least the early hours of the morning aren’t wasted.

This week I am getting to the final stages of my good copy for my play Roswell 1947. This project has been quite a challenge as I started writing this play a few years ago in a serialized form. I have spent a lot of time sorting through old file folders hunting for lost episodes of my play. Fortunately, I have been able to find most of them. The job now is to put these episodes in some logical order and to revise the play write from the beginning. For some strange reason I have been under the illusion that fiction writing would be easier. I now know that it is not.

When not working on Roswell 1947 I have been putting together plot lines and character sketches for a new untitled novel dealing with the world of independent professional wrestling promotions. I have been working with Melanie Ann Phillips’ Dramatica Software to help me keep on track. So far I have found the Storymind software to be quite useful.

The Philadelphia Experiment

The Philadelphia Experiment

During the last couple of days I have been doing some research about the Philadelphia Experiment. As you may have gathered from some of my previous blogs I have an interest in subjects like cryptozoology, UFOs, lake monsters and various other forms of unexplained phenomena. There are several good sources of information on the Philadelphia Experiment. I checked out a History Channel program called The True Story of the Philadelphia Experiment. I also looked up the Wikipedia article on The Philadelphia Experiment and watched the movie of the same name made in 1984. The 1984 version of The Philadelphia Experiment is now acclaimed as a cult classic. Having watched this video I can see why.

The Philadelphia Experiment refers to an alleged incident or incidents that were claimed to have taken place sometime around October 28, 1943. The alleged experiments were attempts to make a US Navy Destroyer,USS Eldridge invisible. According to some reports the ship was not only made invisible to radar, it also achieved total invisibility by totally vanishing from sight for a period of time. After the ship returned to sight it was alleged that its crew suffered severe after effects that ranged from nausea and mental illness to men said to be fused right into the ship’s bulkheads.

Like the Roswell Incident of 1947 the Philadelphia Experiment was said to be covered up by the US government. As I greatly enjoy writing about science fiction themes in my plays and novels, this storyline is too good to pass up and will likely appear in some fictionalized form in some of my future writings.