“Here I am,” he used to say in his heyday, “a forty-something Jewish electrical engineer from the Bronx with one wife, two kids, and a dog who sells movies and television programs throughout the world trying to determine what thirty-year-old Christian mothers want to watch afternoons in Gary, Indiana.”
In Memory of Norman Horowitz, Hollywood’s Lionhearted Rabble-Rouser from the Bronx huffingtonpost.com/anthony-w-orla…
Norman wrote this over a month ago. I’ve been remiss in keeping up with his posts, but I’ll catch up in the coming week. — AWO by Norman Horowitz It was about sixty years ago during the Korean War that I enlisted in the Air Force. Our training was at Sampson Air Force Base in …
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We are a warlike nation.
We look around us to find someone to attack.
I hope he tries to stop it:
Our President Barack.
by Norman Horowitz My father instilled in me the notion that the more important a person was, the more approachable they were. For the most part, he was correct. About 20 years ago, I attended a film market in in the south of France in the upscale small city of Cannes, and I was invited to …
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