AV Geeks 16mm Lunch 5-5-2025

Hello everybody. I'm Skip Melsheimer. Welcome to the AV Geeks Lunchtime Streaming Show where it might start storming soon. And when it storms in uh my neighborhood, that sometimes means that the power goes out or that the internet goes out. So, fingers crossed. Um yeah, uh happy Cinco de Mayo. Uh I totally forgot today was Cinco de Mayo. Um cuz my brain is all Uh so anyways, I like put together a a show that has nothing to do with Mexico and their independence. Um but I'll try to make up for it another time. Uh today was I started off with this one film that I found and then I just kind of ran with it. So, um it's a theme show but really it's not a theme show. Uh it's uh I took the word angel and I found a film that I was like, "Oh, this is really awesome." from the Prelinger Archive and then I just steered into it. And so, everything that I'm showing today has the title in the title angel. Um if it has a title. So, here's Angels Flight which is was this amazing incline in Los Angeles that got bulldozed and to make basically get rid of a bunch of uh um lower income uh folks so they could build more expensive things. Um but this is pretty interesting documentation of that. So, here here it is. Enjoy. Angels Flight. A place apart. A world of its own. A hill in the city of Los Angeles. A remnant of America at the turn of the century. This hill is waiting. Waiting for the bulldozers. The bucket cranes. Bunker Hill is waiting to be leveled. To make way for a new world of concrete, steel, and glass. Still, this place is part of our heritage as the concrete, steel, and glass will someday be. And something more will fall when the hill to the ground. A gaudy colored chariot that can still take us back to the world of the near past. Over 60 years ago, 150 million passengers ago, Angels Flight began its first climb upward of the lowlands of Los Angeles to the crest of Bunker Hill. From top to bottom, 300 ft. The world's shortest franchise railway. Price? Still a nickel a ride. It has rolled on through the turn of the century. The war to save democracy. The tumbling walls of Wall Street. Rolled on through the dark days of the depression. Past World War II. Into the atomic age and the new age of outer space. These are facts, but more than facts, more than cables, tracks, or the cars themselves, Angels Flight is people. The people who need it because they are the people on the hill. Up the hill to them is a ride all the way home. The people who have heard about it and have come to see it. Flights of fancy on Angels Flight. Angels Flight is also those who walk in its shadow. And those who run the flight. By more than angels' light will fall when these ties and tracks are torn apart. One more safety valve of a saner, more lifelike pace. One more part of our heritage will be sold for scrap. Throughout this city, this nation, in the impatient world of the new, there is little room for the old. Yeah, um that that kind of romanticizes it, I guess, the the fact that um it's like, "Well, it's just part of progress." And like, no, it's not. It's not part of progress. All right, so this film uh I have multiple copies of this. The the the version I'm showing online is one that was off the Internet Archive, which has a little bit of the wow and flutter problem. Um so, I apologize for that. But, this I uh this film is cloyingly bad. And it's about Christmas. Well, kind of loosely related to Christmas. But, uh these these Christian So, this is made by Cornett, but it's a it is a Christian story. And it just I don't know. It has the same feel a little bit like Little Drummer Boy. It's just a story that's told again and again and again about how the littlest person brings this wonderful gift to Jesus. I don't know. Anyways, that Sorry, that's a little bit of a spoiler, but it's it's crazy. Um and I love story I love showing films like this because they are so bad. So, this is The Littlest Angel. Enjoy. Once upon a time, oh, many, many years ago as time is calculated by men, there was in paradise a most miserable, thoroughly unhappy, and utterly dejected cherub, who was known throughout heaven as the littlest angel. He was exactly 4 years, 6 months, 5 days, 7 hours, and 42 minutes of age when he presented himself to the venerable gate for admittance to the glorious kingdom of God. Standing defiantly, with his short, brown legs wide apart, the littlest angel tried to pretend that he wasn't at all afraid. But, his lower lip trembled, and a tear disgraced him by rolling down to the very tip of his small, freckled nose. But, that wasn't all. While the kindly gatekeeper was entering the name in his great book, the littlest angel, having left home, as usual, without a handkerchief, endeavored to hide the telltale evidence by sniffing, which so unnerved the good gatekeeper that he did something he had never done before in all eternity. He blotted the page. From that moment on, the littlest angel became the despair of all the heavenly host. Whenever the heavenly choir held singing practice, he inevitably spoiled its ethereal effect by singing off-key. In their nightly prayers, the littlest angel always arrived late, knocking everyone's wings askew as he darted into his place. Besides, the general appearance of the littlest angel was even worse than his deportment. It was whispered among the seraphim and cherubim that he didn't even look like an angel. And they were quite correct. He didn't. For one thing, he was always running, holding onto his halo with one hot, chubby little hand, which made his halo permanently tarnished. Furthermore, even when he stood very still, it never behaved as a halo should. It was always slipping down over his right eye or over his left eye. Yes, and it must be here recorded that his wings were neither useful nor ornamental. Everyone in paradise held his breath when the littlest angel perched himself like an unhappy fledgling sparrow and prepared to take off. He would teeter this way and that way and then finally he would shut his eyes, hold his freckled nose, and hurl himself slowly into space. However, owing to the regrettable fact that he always forgot to move his wings, the littlest angel always fell head over halo. Now, anyone can easily understand why the littlest angel would have to be disciplined. And so, on an eternal day in the year eternal, he was directed by a cherub to present his small self before an angel of the peace. And then, with a heavy heart, he trudged his way to the place of judgment. As he slowly approached the great doorway, he was surprised to hear a merry voice singing. The littlest angel breathed upon his halo, then polished it upon his almost green robe, and then tiptoed in. The singer, who was known as the understanding angel, looked down at the small culprit. And the littlest angel instantly tried to make himself invisible, very much like a snapping turtle. At that, the singer laughed and said, "Oh, so you're the one who's been making heaven so unheavenly. Come here, cherub, and tell me all about it." The littlest angel ventured a furtive look, first one eye and then the other eye. Suddenly, almost before he knew it, he was explaining how very difficult it was for a boy who suddenly finds himself transformed into an angel. "Yes," said the understanding angel. "But what was this talk about swinging on the golden gates?" "Well," he had, he recalled, swung once. "Well," twice. "Oh, all right then. He'd swung three times on the golden gates. But that was just for something to do. That was the whole trouble. There wasn't anything for a small angel to do. And he was very homesick. Oh, not that paradise wasn't beautiful. But the earth was beautiful, too. Wasn't it created by God himself? "Why," said the littlest angel, "there were trees to climb and brooks to fish and caves to play at pirate chief and the swimming hole and sun and rain and dark and dawn and the thick brown dust so soft and warm beneath your The understanding angel smiled an understanding smile. Then he asked the littlest angel what would make him most happy in paradise. The cherub thought for a moment and whispered in his ear, "There's a box. I left it under my bed back home. If only I could have that." "You shall have it," he promised. And at once he dispatched fleet-winged heavenly messengers to bring the box from earth to paradise. And then, in all those timeless days that followed, everyone wondered at the great change in the littlest angel. Among all the cherubs in God's kingdom, he was the most happy. His conduct was above the slightest reproach. His halo was always on straight. His robe was clean. And on excursions to Elysian Fields, it could be said, and truly said, that he flew like an angel. Then it came to pass that glorious tidings spread through paradise. Jesus, the son of God, was to be born of Mary in Bethlehem. The angels rejoiced, and their voices were lifted to herald the coming of the Christ child. The angels and archangels the seraphim and cherubim the gatekeeper the wingmaker yes, and even the halo smith put aside their usual tasks to prepare their gifts for the blessed infant. All but the littlest angel. He sat himself down on the topmost step of the golden stairs and meditated. Kind of gift could he offer to the child of God? First, he dreamed of composing a lyric hymn of adoration. But the littlest angel was woefully wanting in musical talents. Then he thought of writing a prayer. But the littlest angel was lamentably lacking in literate skill. What? Oh, what could a small angel give that would please the holy infant? And then suddenly the littlest angel had an idea. A wonderful idea for a gift. And so, on that day of days, the birthday of the Christ child, the littlest angel proudly brought his gift from its hiding place behind a cloud and humbly placed it before the throne of God. It was only a little box, a small, rough, unsightly box lying among all those other glorious gifts from all the angels of paradise. Gifts of such breathless beauty that heaven and all the universe were lighted by the mere reflection of their glory. And when the littlest angel saw this, he knew that his gift to God's child was a shabby gift indeed. He devoutly wished he might reclaim it. It was ugly. It was worthless. If only he could hide it from the sight of God before it was even noticed. But it was too late. The hand of God moved over all that bright array of shining gifts, then paused, then dropped, then came to rest on the lowly gift of the littlest angel. And what was his gift to the blessed infant? Well, there was a butterfly with golden wings captured one bright summer day. And a sky blue egg from a bird's nest in the apple tree that shaded his mother's kitchen door. Yes, and two white stones found on a muddy riverbank. And at the bottom of the box, the limp and tooth-marked leather the color of his faithful mongrel dog. The littlest angel wept hot, bitter tears. For now he knew that instead of honoring the son of God, he had been most blasphemous. Why had he ever thought that such utterly useless things would be loved by the blessed infant? In frantic terror, he turned to run and hide from the divine wrath of the heavenly father. But he stumbled and fell and with a horrified wail and clatter of halo rolled to the very foot of the heavenly throne. All through the celestial city, there was an ominous and dreadful silence except for the heartbroken sobbing of the littlest angel. Then suddenly the voice of God rose and swelled through paradise saying, "Of all the gifts of all the angels, I find that this small box pleases me most. Its contents are of the earth and of men. And my son is born to be king of both. I accept this gift in the name of the child Jesus born of Mary this night in Bethlehem." There was a breathless pause. Then the rough, unsightly box of the littlest angel began to glow with a bright, unearthly light. Then the light became a flame and the flame became a radiant brilliance. None but the littlest angel saw it rise from its place before the throne of God. And he and only he watched it arch the firmament high above the earth to shed its beckoning light over a stable where a child was born. There it shown on that night of miracles and its light was reflected deep in the heart of all mankind. And on the earth men of goodwill blinded by its splendor could never know that the lowly gift of the littlest angel was what they would call forever the shining star of Bethlehem. So that wasn't really wowing flutter. That was uh waves of nauseousness. Um Wow. I mean, I like a good Christmas story. That is a horrible Christmas story. It's so nauseatingly clean and just yuck. Um and there's so many stories that are associated like like that that are just ugh. And what's interesting is so Coronet distributed that and probably paid for it, but the copyright was owned by David A. Smart who was the founder of Coronet Films and was the founder of GQ and founder of uh this vast publishing empire in Chicago. Um ugh. It's interesting that he had the copyright for that. I don't I don't know if he produced it and like funded it or what, but ugh. The worst. Um so uh at least one of you uh I I haven't looked at the comments to see who's there. Uh came to see me do a screening in Durham at the uh Let's Get Physical Media uh night market. Uh I don't think Kevin's there. Um and so I let the audience pick a reel and we watched uh it was a cartoon said cartoon program B and uh we watched it and it was all these Walter Lantz uh cartoons and it it was very clear to me how much I utterly dislike Woody Woodpecker. I know I'm being very negative now, but man, I hate Woody Woodpecker so much. It just that that little bird just needs to be squished. I ugh. So I basically told the audience I they enjoyed it. Um but I said, "Yeah, this will be the only time that I knowingly that I would show a Woody Woodpecker cartoon." If it if I knowingly have a Woody Woodpecker cartoon in my collection, which I do, I have several. Um I I don't like I can't tolerate it. That's like that's the line and I'm not going to go past that line cuz I can't stand that. All right. But safety films, I will certainly show you a safety film. Uh this one we showed a long time ago. Uh this is your guardian angel. Enjoy. Now, you fool. Harry, for somebody who's supposed to be taking care of the safety of others, Harry, you don't seem to be doing such a great job when it comes to yourself. I'll have to keep a closer eye on you. What are you doing here anyway? I didn't know you went in for old junk. Old junk? Listen, everything you see on this table represents an accident. What's more, it's all 600-V equipment, the kind used in commercial and industrial building. Well, I couldn't have picked a better time then. Harry, do you remember when you first joined our staff? Do I? I really let myself in for something that day. All right, Harry. Nothing's going to hurt you, not anymore. We've got an important job for you, if you're interested. I thought my working days were over. Not yet. We need a troubleshooter, someone who can guide people who become involved with electricity. We think you're the man for the job. Safety is a never-ending task, Harry, and we really need someone with your experience and qualifications. Need me? That's a laugh. I could have used that. You got yourself a man. You can start right away. You've done such a great job, we thought we'd expand your activities to take care of the people who work around higher voltages. We'll take these accidents. I'll bet that in most of them there wasn't anything basically wrong with the equipment. After all it's designed to be safe or it wouldn't have the CSA seal of approval. But equipment like the switch box, it can become defective and it's mechanical as well as electrical. If it's poorly maintained, it becomes worn and dangerous just that much faster. Under adverse conditions, 600 V will arc and burn just as this one shows. Misuse, sheer misuse. Looks like it was hit with an arc welder, nearly new, too. Do you know what ionization is? Ionization? Oh, dear. And we covered it in training school, too. Well, normally air is a pretty good insulator, but when a high voltage arc occurs, air ionizes. It changes its composition so that it actually conducts current. When that happens, the arc continues to burn and grow until there's an explosion or a fire. Right. At least temperatures get so high that components will melt and run all over the place to cause further arcing. Or it sprays out like the blast of a shotgun. I thought it would knock a person flying. No, not necessarily. That's why it's got to be treated with respect. Harry, you're really a professional. That's why you were picked for the job. Say, do you know what a delta circuit is? Uh-uh. It's a three-phase circuit. And if you remember, many flashes and fires are caused by a ground fault in a three-phase circuit. The current for an ungrounded delta or three-phase circuit is supplied from a three-phase transformer. A voltmeter connected between any phase and ground will read about 347 V if the circuit is functioning normally. In a circuit that is functioning normally, the voltage phase to phase in this case is 600 V. But the voltage from phase to ground, due to the capacitive effect of the conductor is about 347 V. Should a ground fault develop in any phase, the voltage to ground on that phase will drop to zero and the voltage on the other two phases will rise to 600 V. Delta or three-wire 600-V systems are usually used to operate motors and have different characteristics from star or four-wire systems used for 600-V lighting where a grounded neutral is necessary. Often, several installations, even in separate buildings, are fed from a single three-phase transformer over the same delta circuit. This can sometimes present a problem should a ground fault develop in one building. As illustrated in the previous diagram, the building where the fault occurs has a voltage drop to zero on the faulty phase, while the remaining buildings experience a rise to 600 V to ground on the phases not affected by the fault in building D. A similar situation can develop in a single building where the service from a three-phase transformer is used to supply a number of different departments. A ground fault in one piece of equipment will again produce zero potential to ground in the affected phase and cause a rise to 600 volts on the other two phases throughout the entire building. The resulting strain imposed upon insulation and other equipment might, under certain conditions, lead to failure and create a second ground fault. This now means that we have a short circuit through the ground, which would undoubtedly cause a shutdown of the plant. High amperage in the system could now cause extensive damage to equipment and possible injury to operators. Well, that's the story of 600 volts. There's your call to action. Don't worry, Harry. Hey, wait a minute. And just what do you think you're doing with that pig tail? My job. Any objections? I've got plenty of objections. If that's any indication of the way you do your job, boy, you sure are asking for it. That's a 600-volt three-phase circuit, man. You stick this 110-volt thing in there and that bulb will explode faster than you can blink. Use a voltmeter or a ground fault detector for checking the circuit. Are they just for decoration or were you actually going to wear them? Huh, so you don't break all the rules. Good. Rated for 750 volts and tested in a lab last month. Now, get yourself a proper voltmeter and we'll check the circuit. Well, looks like it's nothing worse than a blown fuse. We'll take care of that in a jiffy. One of these days, maybe they'll put in circuit breakers and I'll be able to tell right away if the circuit's open. Now, what do you think you're doing? Where are your fuse pullers? In the box. Well, that's a right handy place for them. You sure do ask for it. From the look of these battle scars, I'd say you've been living on borrowed time for quite a while. Say, how about slipping on those safety glasses? I think you look like you're in pretty good shape. Say, don't forget. Stand aside, turn your face away when you throw the switch on, just in case there's a flash when the circuit picks up the motor starting load. Haven't you forgotten something? I said, "Haven't you forgotten something?" No. Aren't you supposed to check for ground faults before you go ahead with the job? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I guess I forgot. Yeah, everything looks pretty normal. Yeah, without testing. I'll show you something else that isn't normal right off the bat. This blanket looks like it was left out in the sun folded up instead of rolled in a protective container. Ozone has caused it to deteriorate. Aw, come on. Those little cracks shouldn't make all that much difference. You're darn right they make all that much difference. High voltage electricity can penetrate even a pinhole, so every crack in this blanket means that much less protection. Get yourself another blanket, one that's in good shape and been tested recently, and a voltmeter. Well, I guess I'm ready to make my tests. Hey, wait a minute. What the heck is it now? Let me see that voltmeter. Yeah, that's okay. You'd be surprised how many people take chances by using the wrong tools and equipment. What about your eye protection? That's the one. Switch is around the corner. Uh, which one? Circuit 21. Right. Hold it. Hold it there. What's the matter? That switch you opened back there is for a 600-volt lighting circuit. 600? I thought everything in here was 110. Now, that's the kind of thinking that can get you into trouble. You should always take the right precaution. Make sure you know the voltage as well as the circuit. See? 600 volts. That's not the kind of system to second-guess. Yeah, you're right. I should have checked it myself. Hm, someone thought enough of you to identify and label all the circuit. The company's only been here a few months. I really don't even know my way around yet. Man, it only takes a fraction of a second for someone to get hurt. Now, all the boxes are clearly marked and only takes a second to check. Hey, look at this. Never mind about that. Get me some rubber gloves. I'll never get used to traveling this way. Welcome back, Harry. You've had a busy day. You look like you've had the day off. Not at all. I had to keep an eye on you. Huh, how did I do? Pretty good, Harry. You know, this equipment was all designed to be safe as long as it was treated in the correct manner. Right, if it's CSA approved, it's safe when you follow the correct procedure. 600-volt circuits aren't to be fooled with. Check thoroughly whenever a piece of electrical equipment fails to function before you attempt any repair. That's right. Now you're learning. If it's a ground fault and you can't locate the fault in your own building, ask the power utility to check other buildings on the same circuit. Come over here. Follow a preventive maintenance schedule to ensure that your personal equipment is always in top-notch condition. And regular testing should be done by a qualified laboratory. Always air check your gloves every time you use them. And always use the personal safety equipment designed for 600-volt work. Use the right tool for the job. Makeshift and shortcuts are a good way to join our little group, Harry. And don't be in a hurry. We won't have a vacancy for a long, long time. And don't forget. Tell the people you work with not to fool around with 600-volt equipment. Let the professionals who know how to handle it take care of the problems. Well, Harry, you've done such a good job, I'm going to let you buy me a heavenly cup of coffee. So, that is actually uh, a sequel. It's part two to a trilogy. Uh, the first film is, uh, RIP, Rest in Peace, Harry Sparks, where Harry Sparks dies. The second one is he becomes a guardian angel and gets kind of filled in on that. And then there's a third one that I just I didn't even know existed. Uh, I just kind of did a search for Harry Sparks in my database and it brought up take nothing for granted. Which is came out in '75. And it says shows Harry Sparks the guardian angel of electrical workers almost loses an electrician whose only mistake was assuming the power was off when he started repair work. Didn't we already cover cover that? I'm sure we covered that like in the first two films. Like why didn't they update it? I don't know. So that'll be something I'll be looking for to try to find a copy of that. And we have not seen it before and we have not scanned it before. So I'll just look out for it. It's great. Okay, this last film is longer. So we're going to go over. But you're okay with that, right? But this is interesting. I've met this filmmaker. This was Bert Salzman. And he did a series wonderful series of different films. And this one I feel like came out in the '70s. And um really great stuff. Just kind of gets into the the guts of it. And I feel like this probably was shown on an ABC like weekend special or afternoon special. Um it's called Angel and Big Joe. And I he won an Academy Award. Bert Salzman is his name. But I can't remember for which film. So I'll look that up and then we'll get back to you. So this is we're just doing films that have Angel in the title. So that when I do that that what what I like about that is it brings up all these different from all these different places. And uh we get a a really nice mixed bag of stuff. With little overlap. So here it is Angel and Big Joe. Enjoy. Cold, huh? Cold? This ain't cold. Well, for me it's cold. I'm what people call a migrant worker. That means that me and my family travel all over the country picking crops. You know, like beans and grapes and lettuce and things like that. Me and my mother and my brother Nicky was living out in the migrant shacks out by the tomato fields. The tomatoes had already been picked. And the other migrant workers families had left. My father was out in Arizona looking for work. And we were waiting for him to telephone us to tell us where to go. And so I was getting nervous because we were running out of money and I didn't know what to do. Angel? Angel. Angel. That's all you bought? We already got any more money. What happened to the money that papa left? We spent it. How are we going to eat if we ain't got money? I don't know. I'll ask papa how we going to eat. Don't you talk to your mother that way. I'm sorry, mommy. Okay? I'm sorry. Don't cry. I'm going to call Emilia in Texas. Maybe she knows where papa is. Angel, que pasa? What happened? The phone don't work. The phone don't work. How's papa going to call? Angel, you have to bring a man to fix the phone. Don't worry, mommy. I'll get somebody to fix it. Surely something going wrong. Hey, mister. HEY, MISTER. What do you want? I WANT YOU TO COME FIX MY PHONE. IT'S BROKEN. Go and call the telephone office. How am I going to call the telephone office if my phone's broken? Use somebody else's phone. Whose? Whose? I don't know whose. Anybody else's. That's whose. HEY, MISTER. HEY, MISTER. HEY, BEAT IT. I AIN'T GOING TO BEAT IT TILL YOU COME AND FIX MY PHONE. AND YOU AIN'T COMING OFF THAT POLE IF you don't come and fix my phone. Where do you live? In our house behind the tomato field. I thought all you people moved out a couple of months ago. No, some of us people are still here. And some of us people even got broken telephone. All right, I'll call my office and they'll send a man tomorrow. No good. What do you mean no good? It's got to get fixed today. What's the hurry? The hurry is my father supposed to call from Arizona. So call tomorrow. Ah, come on, man. My mother's home crying. You just going to sit up there and do nothing? What is it with you? All right. I'll call the office and see if it's all right. Okay? Pretty cold, right? Go inside. It's cold inside, too. No heat? Not too much. Doesn't matter. Cuz as soon as my father calls and says he's got some work we'll be leaving for Arizona. Big Joe. Big Joe from Mexico. Hey, Big Joe. You got any jobs around your house? Paint your garage, clean your attic, you know, that kind of stuff. No no jobs. Sorry. Hello, this is Joe Zuniga. Give me a check on 555-9728 and call me right back. Yeah, how's the line look? Okay. Thanks. Release the line. Okay, your phone is working. What's your name? Angel. What? Angel. You know, like in heaven. Angel what? Angel Diaz. How do you spell that? D I A Z. C? D I A Z. Hot coffee? No, thanks, ma'am. I got to go. Hope you get your call, Angel. After that I didn't see Big Joe for a couple of weeks and things were getting really bad. My father still hadn't called. So I got me a job after school and on weekends. You might say I went into business for myself. Thank you, lady. Angel. Hey, Angel. Hey, Big Joe from Mexico. Still looking for work? I'm your man. Come on, you'll help me fix my roof. Okay. Hey Big Joe. Huh? That land out there, is all yours? Yes, mine. You ought to put in some nice cash crops, you know, like lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers or something. Too much trouble. Too much trouble? Are you crazy? You know how much money you losing out there? Never mind how much I'm losing. It's a waste, Big Joe. Real waste. All that beautiful land just sitting out there doing nothing. Hey, what's that? What's what? That thing out there. Oh, that's my greenhouse. Your greenhouse? Yeah. My son Pete and I were going to build that greenhouse and grow some flowers. Flowers? Yeah, flowers. You know how much you get for roses these days? A dozen roses, 15 bucks, sometimes more. Now that is a good cash crop. What happened? Pete joined the Navy. So why don't you get your wife to help you? Divorced. Then hire me, I'll help you. No, that's okay. I got it. 15 bucks a dozen? Man, if it was my place, you'd see roses coming out the chimney. So then I came around a few times a week cuz Joe asked me to help him with some other things. The funny thing is, at first, I didn't like Big Joe too much. And I didn't like him cuz I didn't think he liked me. But then one time Big Joe told me about how when he was in the war and they were fighting and there was a lot of shooting. And these guys were getting killed and everything. And he told me about how he got so scared that all of a sudden he couldn't talk no more for a long time. I couldn't talk. I tried to yell, I couldn't yell, I couldn't do anything. I guess I was frozen. Then I think when the main shooting stopped, they all got up. So when he told me that, I liked him because I figured that when someone tells you about how when they were so scared they couldn't talk, they must like you pretty good, too. Hey Big Joe. Hm? You know, I was reading this book about how there's millions of planets up in the sky. And the man that wrote the book, he said that there was people living on You think he's right? I don't know. I've never been there. Well, if there was people, what kind of people you think they are? Probably some kind of weirdos. Hm. Wouldn't it be funny if they were all Spanish people like me? You know, Puerto Ricans, Mexican. And they were real powerful. And they came down here in millions of these flying saucers. And I'm going to run out there and I'm going to go, "Hey, hey baby, ¿qué pasa? ¿Habla español? I'm your friend, Angel." And they're going to say, "Hey Angel, baby, we're here to get all them bad hombres that are hurting the Spanish people." And I'm going to say, "Yeah, well, I know who they are. Don't worry, see my friend Big Joe here. He just looks at me, you know, tú sabes." And they say, "Lead on, little Spanish brother." And I say, "¡Vaya!" You're crazy, kid. Angel. I've been thinking. How would you like to help me finish building the greenhouse? The greenhouse? Yeah, we can start tomorrow. You mean it? Yeah, I mean it. If we make some money, I'll give you some of the profits. MOMMY! I GOT THIS JOB! ME AND BIG JOE GOING TO GROW ROSES! WE GOING to have a lot of money, Mommy! So we began to build the greenhouse. Now you got to remember that I've been working in the fields and picking crops my whole life and I hated it. Hated it. But working with Big Joe was not like really working. It was more like playing around and having fun. I really liked it. The more I started to feel good about Big Joe and the roses, the more I started to feel better about my mother. My father still hadn't called and my mother really missed him. I missed him, too. But I was wishing he wouldn't call, at least not right now. I want to leave this place. I want to go to Aunt Maria. Mommy, we can't go to Aunt Maria's house now. How's Poppy going to know where we are? I don't even know what to tell Poppy. It's too good to start. They put your mommy I began to feel like a real rat. My mother was worried and crying and all that time the only thing I was really thinking about was the roses. All right. Okay. Here. I can't. Cut it. I can't. Cut it. I'll cut it. No, I don't want to cut it. We'll cut it. Come on. All right, I'll give you $4 a dozen for them. $4 a dozen? You got to be kidding, man. You're going to sell them out there for $15 and you're going to give us four? Huh? Those are roses, not tomatoes, man. Tomatoes Let me handle it. Look, man, he's trying to cheat us, man. I said, let me handle it. Okay, you handle it. $6. I'll tell you what. I'll give you $4.50 a dozen. I'll take all the roses you got. Let's go. $5 a dozen. That's it. Take it or leave it. You think we did good? Better than I thought. You know what we're going to do tomorrow morning? What? We're going to start building two more greenhouses. Two more? Yeah, that's what I said. We keep putting back the profits into the business and a few years we're really going to have something. What's the matter? I probably won't be here. Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. So, why don't you stay? Stay? Why would I not stay? Right here. There's plenty of room. You serious? Yeah, I'm serious. I really want you to stay. What are you going to do, pick crops the rest of your life? No. No, I ain't. But, you know, I'm a family man. They need me. Let me tell you something. My father worked his whole life down in the mines and when I was 14, I quit school and went down in the mines to work with him. I liked school. I was good in school, but I quit because I thought my parents needed me to help out. I spent 6 years down in the coal mines eating coal dust and hating every minute of it and hating my father for letting me do it. One day, on a day off, I was sitting in the park and I was watching two kids were playing. They were having a great time, just laughing and playing. And I tried to remember the time, the last time that I had felt like laughing and I couldn't remember it. And I got really angry. I didn't want to work in the mines. I didn't want to WORK IN THE MINES! All right, I had a responsibility to them. But, what about me? I had a responsibility to me, too. So, I ran home, packed a bag, kissed them goodbye, and left that town. And the funny thing is, my family didn't starve after I left. But, I almost spent my entire life down in the mines just because I thought they would. I'd like you to think about that. I'll call you tomorrow. Yeah. And I'll see you. Me, too. Dear Big Joe, I thought a lot about what you said. Don't worry, I ain't going to work in no mines. And I ain't going to pick crops the rest of my life, neither. But, I think he needs me. He don't, but that's the way I feel. So, I got to go with him. I think you should build your greenhouses anyway. But, next time, Big Joe, don't take less than $7 a dozen. Cuz those roses sure were beautiful. Thanks for wanting me for your partner. And I hope maybe I see you again someday. Your good friend, Angel. Oh, I'm so sorry about that. That um wow. Um just a quick explanation what's causing that. So, it was scanned on a scanner very similar to what I've got, if I get out of the way, uh right there. Uh laser graphics. And it had an optical sound head on it. And so, um the way that this is set up is that it captures uh it looks for uh perfs, perf holes, and it every time it encounters one, it flashes, takes a picture, and assembles it on the computer on a hard drive. Oh, there's the storm coming. Um but, the optical head was like a traditional optical head on a projector. And so, the motors were like they're they're not constant. So, they're like So, they kind of go the speed varies just a little bit, but it's enough to hear. Um and big problem. It's a big problem. I have a scanner that that's a problem with. Um uh and I have to be very much aware when I'm transferring uh audio from uh 8 mm. But, this scanner got updated. and what it does is it has the camera actually looks at the optical soundtrack and digitally converts it. So that you get you don't get that wow and flutter. So when we scan stuff um it doesn't have that. Um so there you go. That's how we scan stuff and that's why that wow and flutter. But anyways, that you know, 1976 won an Academy Award for best live action short. Bert Salzman he came to Raleigh once and spoke and uh I met him and he actually sent me some films uh including some rare ones uh that you really can't see anywhere else. Um but really fine person. Um he sent me a a promo photo of him holding his Oscar that he signed. So that's pretty funny. And also uh I'm working with the uh Academic Film Archive of North America, uh Jeff Alexander, and he has an interview with Bert Salzman that we're going to put on uh the their site uh soon. Uh but before we go, I know we're already running long, one last Angels. Angels beautiful dolls. And this is the new Charlie's Angels, Chris. Here's Charlie's Angels underwater intrigue. Imagine Chris down in the dangerous deep. Charlie's Angels underwater intrigue also comes with this glamorous gold outfit. Angel, I have an assignment for you. Charlie's Angels dolls, Sabrina, Chris, and Kelly in underwater intrigue each sold separately from Hasbro. What is it? Sabrina, Charlie, and Chris? Yes, Charlie's Angels. Uh I have others. Uh other commercials uh on 16 for that. Um but yeah. Anyways, thanks for tuning in today. Very much appreciate you watching um my indulgence in taking a word and then finding films that have that word in the title. 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