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To: John Goodman who wrote (477)	2/7/1999 10:22:00 PM
From: Ariella	Respond to of 1386

OT Thank you everyone for your good wishes. Now, I promised a story on the karmic connection between myself, PARS and Robert Mitchum, so here it is: A writer calls me two nights ago and, after ascertaining that I am the correct person he is searching for, tells me he is writing a biography of Robert Mitchum and that he found my name in an old newspaper article by gossip columnist Earl Wilson. I start to laugh, not believing him, but the details he has are too perfect and it turns out to be true. At the tail end of the VietNam war, while I was a college newspaper editor, I and a number of other editors from local colleges got invited to a private screening of "Ryan's Daughter," a new film starring Robert Mitchum. We all duly trooped in to see the picture. At the end, Mitchum himself appeared for a spontaneous Q&A. While we were in flowered t-shirts and bell-bottomed jeans, he wore a dark business suit and shades and spoke in that incredibly manly voice of his. As he spoke, he passed a brown paper bag to the first student in the first row. The pony-tailed guy opened it, looked in, put his hand in and took out something. He looked up at Mitchum, who gestured that he should pass the bag back. And so he did. And so did the others, row by row till it got to me, the last student in the last row. Everyone was laughing, smiling. It became clear that what was being passed was a brick of some of the finest marijuana that the students had ever seen. This was my first view of the stuff (yeah, I used to hang around with the intellectuals debating the war while everyone else was smoking up a storm ;-). Since there was no one for me to pass the bag to, and no one asked for it, I stashed it in my backpack and took it back to campus where I became an instant celebrity. My best friends and I tried some (didn't inhale, of course! LOL) and then spent the next few hours worrying about getting arrested for having such contraband in our possession. So we called another friend and asked for ideas on what to do with it. He was a VietNam vet who had suffered a spinal injury during the war and was wheelchair-bound. A few minutes later we were separating the brick into small amounts, stuffing them into plastic lunch bags and, in turn, stuffing the bags into the tubing of the wheelchair. The vet was Ronnie Kovic, who had already started the manuscript for "Born on the Fourth of July," later nominated as best screenplay for the Academy Awards. The bulk of the grass that Mitchum had distributed then made its way to the spinal cord injury ward in the Vets Hospital nearby. So you see, Mitchum's brown bag "lunch" and PARS' HU-211 mark two very interesting intrusions of marijuana into my otherwise drug-free life. I suppose you could say I've got a knack sometimes for being in the right place at the right time. To all of you who wished me good luck in this project for PARS -- thanks a million ;-) -Ariella