Monday, September 12, 2016

Going Home

Who's on a virtual book tour today?  John Arnold, author of GOING HOME: A COMEDY, is and is stopping off here!  Please leave a comment or question for John to let him know you stopped by!


About the Book:

Title:
Going Home: A Comedy
Author: John Arnold
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 128
Genre: Play (Comedy)
Going
Home
is a light-hearted comedy about a family vacation across the U.S.
in the early 1960s. The Sacramento Bee called it "a gentle journey down
memory lane...'Going Home' shows us where we belong."

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Information

Book Excerpt:

TIME: The early 1960s

PLACE: A family vacation car ride from California
to Michigan
with stops in-between

CHARACTERS:

MOM
DAD
BILLY

(The following roles can be doubled or tripled)

DINAH SHORE

HUEY THE DUCK

MR. JOHNSON, THE MAILMAN
CACTUS JACK

CACTUS PETE
COWBOY BOB
PRINCESS MOONGLOW
MOTEL LADY
WAITRESS
SODA JERK
GRANDMA
AUNT MILLY
UNCLE FRED
COUSIN LEONARD
COUSIN CHARLENE
GREAT AUNT BEA

Act One


CHILDREN'S CHORUS  (Singing)
"Over the river and through the woods
           
           
           
           
           
            To
grandmother's house we go..."
           
           
   
"DINAH SHORE(Singing) "See the U.S.A.
           
           
           
           
            In your
Chevrolet..."

CHILDREN'S
CHORUS  "...The horse knows the way
           
           
           
           
           
           
            To carry the
sleigh..."

"DINAH SHORE"  "...America's the greatest land of all..."

"CHILDREN'S
CHORUS  "...Over the river and through the woods..."

"DINAH SHORE"  "See the U.S.A. in your Chevrolet -
           
           
           
           
           
America's the greatest land of all!"
           
           
           
            (She
blows the audience a big
kiss)          
           
           
           
            Mmmmumph!!!

(There is the
sound made by an alarm clock. Then...)


(Lights up. MOM
enters carrying a Styrofoam ice chest and paper bag)
           
    
MOM  (Calls
off)
Honey! Come on!

(DAD enters,
carrying three suitcases)       
            

DAD   (Calls
off)
Hurry up!  We got to make 600 miles today!

BILLY  (Enters
sleepily, wearing his jeans and still wearing his
           
   pajama top)
  
It's still dark!

DAD  Oh, my
God! He's still wearing his pajamas!

MOM  (Helps
him out of his pajama tops and into a shirt)
   Only part
           
            of them!

DAD  And his
shoes aren't even tied!

BILLY  I'm
sleepy!

MOM  (Tying
the shoes)
He's sleepy.

DAD  My God,
we got 600 miles to go!

MOM  (Tying
the other shoe)
   Are you excited about seeing Grandma and
           
            your aunts
and uncles and your cousins?

BILLY  (Rubs
his eyes)
Uh-huh.

MOM  
Grandma's going to be so glad to see you!

BILLY  Uh-huh.

MOM  ...We
haven't seen her in such a long time...

DAD  (Looks
at his watch)
I want to get to
Flagstaff TONIGHT.

MOM  (Very
seriously)
Did you go to the bathroom?

BILLY  
Uh-huh.

MOM           
Number one or number two?

BILLY  (Humiliated,
softly)
  I
went.                    

MOM  Which
one, honey?

DAD  For God's
sake. We don't need the details. Let's go!

MOM  OK. (Indicates
bag and Styrofoam chest)
I've baked you brownies
           
 and cookies and there's pop in there and things for a picnic!

DAD           
COME ON! (Goes off with suitcases. Mutters.) Holy
s---    

MOM           
(Holds a finger to her lips: "Not in front of the boy.") Honey,
           
shhh! (DAD exits muttering)

BILLY   I
have to say goodbye to Huey.

MOM  Honey,
you've ALREADY said goodbye to your duck.

BILLY 
PLEASE?!

MOM  OK, but
hurry up. You know how your Dad is. He wants to "get this
           
show on the road". (Goes off) We'll meet you at the car. And
           
HURRY! (Exits)

HUEY, the duck,
enters.

BILLY  (Walks
over and pats him on the head)

Goodbye.        

DUCK  (Matter
of factly)
Goodbye. (To audience) I wish he wouldn't
           
            pat me on
the head.

BILLY  The
mailman is going to take of you while I'm gone. Mom and
           
Dad are paying him five dollars a week to change your water
           
 and put your pellets in your dish every day. (Pets him again,
           
 then walks away, then turns back.) Be good. (Exits)

DUCK   (Shakes
his "feathers")
Be good yourself. God, I hate to be
           
             petted
sometimes!

BLACKOUT

The back seat of
the car. MOM and DAD are in the front seat.
DAD is whistling
"No Other Love".  MOM is looking out the window. BILLY is
sprawled in the
back seat.   
                                           
           
           
                                      
MOM           
Mmm! Breathe that fresh air! (BILLY sticks his head out
           
the window. MOM pulls him back.) 
HONEY! Don't stick your
           
head out the window!  

DAD           
Do you want to get it wacked off?!

BILLY  Dogs do
it.

DAD           
Well, you're not a dog. ...Now, sit back and settle down.
           
(Resumes whistling "No Other Love".)

BILLY  
I'm bored.

MOM  (Turning
around)
Don't be silly. You can't be
bored.                                     
           
It's only been ONE hour since we left... (Turns back)

BILLY  But I
AM bored. And it's been FOREVER.

MOM           
Don't be silly. Why don't you work on one of your activity books?

BILLY  
I've already connected the dots. (Holds it out.) See?

MOM           
(Absent mindedly, looking out the window)  Uh-huh.

BILLY   
(Turns a page) This is the Blue Fairy. (Turns a page)  And
this
           
    is Gepetto.

DAD           
What happened to Pinocchio?

BILLY  
They don't have any dots to connect for him.

 DAD           
Well, that's life. You're one top one day and the next they
           
            don't give
you any dots.

MOM           
Oh, they must have some dots for Pinocchio. Why don't you
           
            you check it
again?

BILLY
  Uh-uh! (Adamant, holds up book)  You can look for
yourself.
MOM           
OK! OK! I believe you!



About the Author

John Arnold has had have his work presented in either a
reading or production at American Conservatory Theater (San Francisco)
playreading series; California Playwrights Festival, Sacramento; Out and About
Theater, Minneapolis; Playwrights Center, San Francisco; Sacramento Theater
Company; West Coat Ensemble, Hollywood; Aloha Theater, Kainaliu, Hawaii;
Moving Arts, Los Angeles; Mercury Cafe, Denver; First Stage, Los Angeles; The
Theater-Studio, New York, Prince William Sound Community College, Valdez,
Alaska; Theater of Western Springs, Illinois; and others. His monologue “Bit”
is featured on Fourth Wall Review.com.
His screenplays have been finalists in the Art Color “Digital Cinema
International Film Festival, Montreal,
the San Francisco Global Movie Fest and Indie Film Fest, Switzerland.

His latest play is Going
Home: A Comedy.

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Guest Post
Ducks I Have Known
By John Arnold

I’ve spent over 20 years of my life in the company of ducks. I’ve come to know them pretty well. They were my pets and they were my son’s pets.

I’m referring to pekin ducks, domesticated ducks imported from China to the U.S. almost 150 years ago. They weren’t imported to be pets, but I won’t go into that.

Pekin ducks are the white fluffy ones with bright orange bills and feet. They get along pretty well with humans because they’re used to them.

I wrote about my first pet duck in my play Going Home.

Our duck – named Huey in the play – needed a duck sitter every summer when we took our annual summer road trip from our home in California to our original home in Michigan.

Over the years, duck sitters included our mailman, our neighbors, the paperboy and friends. One summer our duck stayed at a duck ranch in the hills of Ojai. The woman who ran the ranch spoiled our duck – feeding him watermelon all the time. She said he was the smartest duck she had ever encountered. I was worried when we returned to pick him up. When we arrived there was a crowd of white, fluffy ducks – all seemingly the name. My Mom suggested, “Call to him.” When I did, our duck came running to us, flapping his wings and quacking. He hadn’t forgotten us!

During our summer vacations I always insisted on sending our duck postcards along the way. The mailman assured me that he read every postcard to the duck as soon as it arrived.

Our duck lived to be 12 years old. He was truly a member of our family and we miss him to this day.

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