Dr. Gori (voiced by Rodd Dana) from the riotous TV show SPECTREMAN.
India has a huge filmmaking scene. Did you have any involvement with it during your time there? I had met [actor] Raj Kumar at Baba-ji’s ashram in Haldwani, and another friend of mine from Rome, Kumar Rattan, got me onto sets during the filming of several “epics,” whose titles I don’t recall. I know they were turning out literally hun- dreds of bad films each year in India. I never was much of a fan of Indian Cinema. I did, however, attend the gala for GHANDI in Delhi with Kumar and his family, and I did meet and hang out with some Indian musicians such as Ravi Shankar.
What is life like now for Rod Dana/Rodd Dana/ Robert Mark/Roger Francke?
In the mid ’90s, I returned to the States to take care of my mother, who was developing a typical geriatric kind of progressive senility. I managed her affairs until she died in 1996. I met my wife Margaret during that period. She was an RN and was my mother’s personal health aid. We spent so much time together that even- tually we just decided it was our obvious karma to spend the rest of our lives together. We mar- ried in 2000 and created our “park”—a recep- tion center we now call Kokopelli Park. That was about the time I began writing seriously.
I published the book CONVERSATIONS WITH THE DEVIL, DIALOGUES WITH THE SOUL in 2004. I have a sci-fi thriller that I finished last year that we are trying to hone down from 1100-plus pages to something more manageable. We are at around 750 now, and still editing. I have four other books I am working on besides doing a serious rewrite of CONVERSATIONS WITH THE DEVIL.
The park is a 24-hour job, needless to say. We see, on average, about 15,000 people each year between weddings, receptions, parties, seminars, etc. It is an exhausting job and Margaret and I do it all by ourselves. I write in those in-between mo- ments that happen when they happen. And yes, I suppose you could say that I am in the process of doing what I have always wanted to do: write. I have always felt the need to write. There were a few times in Rome when I wrote articles for Italian periodicals and stories for Italian and French rac- ing mags. That was back during the time when I was still chasing rainbows and in the throes of needing to be the “Playboy of the Western World.” I remember that, on the New Year’s Eve following the September 11th horror, something happened that provoked that first book. I have not been able to stop writing since.
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