"CHA-CHA LESSONS ON C DECK AT 9am"
True love can be hard to find--but on a cruise, there's always t he hope that "Cha-Cha Lessons on C Deck at 9am" will provide a chance to meet That
Certain Someone. Romance reigns as Shepherd sails into the sunset. Bring your handkerchiefs .
[ Courtesy: Pete Delaney - 09-18-2016 ]
It seems like a typical trip from Miami to the Bahamas on the cruise ship Emerald Seas.
There are hundreds of happy tourists of all ages enjoying the trip.
We see food, booze, jugglers, talent contests, hula hoops, shuffleboard, an international waters casino, ping pong and bingo.
But as night falls and the waves crash, a spooky voice informs us that this ship is like "a heavyweight fighter disguised as a waiter" and that "the sea is no friend of man."
The camera pans up to the bridge where a ghost wearing a captain's uniform (guess who) informs us of this vessel's beginnings as the 1943troop ship The General W. P. Richardson. Through stock footage of World War Two, Shep's otherworldly character presents a moving tribute to the gallant sailors and soldiers who fought so hard and served so proudly. The captain wonders if the current passengers have any idea of the important history of the ship's pre-cruise years as their only suggestion of danger is a mandatory life-boat drill. It's one of the best episodes of the second series.
Music played on show:
Theme From "The Love Boat" Jack JonesTheme From "The Love Boat" Jack Jones
In the 1985 Press Kit Shep wrote a small piece
The Devil Has All the Best Lines
by Jean Shepherd
I'm not one for fantasies. In fact, I can't honestly say that l've ever consciously had one. As a kid, I never fantasized that I was Joe DiMaggio or Mickey Mantle or Humphrey Bogart. Sure I admired them. But fantasizing that I was them? Never.
But there are things that we all secretly would like to have done-or have been had time and circumstances allowed. I wonder how it would have felt to have been a knight during the reign of Richard The Lion-Hearted, or a buHalo hnnter on the Great Plains in the days of Cochise.
I've always seen television, at least my television, as a kind of magic wand. You can go places and do things that nobody in his right mind could ever pull off. For example, who among us has never wanted to visit Death Valley? Now there's a romantic name. Death Valley Soottyl The 20-mule team! .All of that. Well, why not go? And not just as a visitor, but as a participant.
So, in my new public television series, I played the role of a grizzled prospector struggling across the salt flats under the blazing sun, my only companion my faithful burro Flower. Who wouldn't like to do that? And what red-blooded male hasn't
always secretly wanted to turn a few laos at Indianapolis - the Brickyard- the home of the legendary 500? Why not? So seated in a magnificent million-dollar Dusenberg, in another of my new shows dressed in the costume of an early Indy
race driver, I raced against the heroic "Duke" Nalon, a real race driver of the Indy's glory days. What a gas!
How 'bout playing the Dev.il, with cape and sinister Palm Beach hat, visiting night time New Orleans for a little recreation and a field trip to see how sin is progressing on earth? We did, and 1 can tell you l began to feel that I was typecast as Satan by the end of the shoot. I loved it. As George Bernard Shaw said, "The Devil has all the best lines."
Fantasies? No. Television is magic, and I love it.