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One Week Gig

Written by

Rufus Curry, Jr.

Copyright © 2009 by Rufus Curry, Jr.

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ISBN-13: 978-0-9822-8115-4

One Week Gig

First Printing March 2009

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Curry, Jr.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I give thanks to God (Love) who deliberately created me for this time. To His son, Jesus, the Christ who is my example of what a man is and can be. He is never bound by dogma, and is Love without beginning or end. To love like Christ is my goal.

I honor my grandmother, Lucille “Big Mama” McSmith Morley, for enduring my endless questions, my endless kisses, and my request for her to tell her stories to me again and again. Big Mama looked deep into me and saw something worth mining for…so she dug until the day she died. In honor of my father, Rufus Curry, Sr., who was in my life 4 years, 4 months, and 14 days (Never enough!). My Daddy gave me his name, his DNA and as much of himself as he could during our brief time together. My love and honor of good music and my ability to see “The Creator” in creative expressions, the spirit of an entrepreneur, creativity, and my ability to Dream Big, was instilled in me in just 4 years, 4 months, and 14 days. Honoring my mother, Doris Morley Curry, she is my example of a great woman, a mother and a wife. My mother offered her life as a living sacrifice, for me and my sister Bonita. She is the mother who stepped up and performed some of the duties of a father. She is my champion, coach, and the mother who boldly prepared me and sent me out into the world, when others advised against her actions. She knew in her heart what I had to become, as her mortality approached on the horizon. Mama, I still remember, the last time, you looked at me and drank me in with your tired eyes. I did not know it then, but, I do believe you knew…it would be the last time you would see me in this life. Mama…Eternal Love is what I have for you. I love you.

Mount Hermon AME Church, Fort Lauderdale, FL (Sunday school, Young Peoples Department), Mrs. Ivey Patterson-Calloway, my 9^th grade English Teacher/Angel…you could have crushed me…but you didn’t. Thanks! Mrs. Edwina Cargill my 12^th grade English/Black Humanities teacher, you don’t know what you did for this drifting nomad of a student, in the desert of his life. When I stopped at “Oasis Edwina”, you made me believe I had something of value to offer. Priceless! Coach Carl Ferrara, convinced me to believe that if I am doing what I was born to do, even the hard work will be fun. Coach Maulty Moore (Bethune-Cookman College, Miami Dolphins, Super Bowl Champions ’71, ’72) your conversations, rides home in the 1939 Dodge, and taking me to my first NFL game (Dolphins beat the Colts, Orange Bowl 1979). Priceless! Mr. John Gray (Southern University, Negro League Baseball Star) rides home in the Volkswagen van and the lessons to live by. Thanks for the words of encouragement.

Florida A&M University, (Division of Bands) Dr. William P. Foster (Director of Bands Emeritus), Dr. Julian E. White (Director of Bands), Dr. Shaylor “Prof.” L. James, Mr. Lindsey Sarjeant and Mr. Charles S. Bing. Dr. Shelby R. Chipman “…I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked”, Psalms 84:10 (I would rather stand on the sideline and hold the ladder for the director of bands of the FAMU Marching 100, than to be the head drum major in another university’s marching band.). FAMU ROTC: LTC Charles “Charlie” Hobbs, you were right. Sign me up again. COL Bernard “Bacon Fat” Hendricks, I choose to be a Superhero. It has not failed me yet. Airborne!

Friends: My love affair with ALL of you will never end. Bro. Jeff “Oatmeal” Turner, Jonathan and David ain’t got nothing’ on us. Psalm 133, friendship. My Mastermind partners/friends, Ms. Beatrice Louissaint and Ms. Angela M. Williams (International Mastermind Organization), both of you held my hand and cracked the whip. Mark 11:24 You all are my Sister Soldiers and The Optimist Creed is our mantra. Chaplain COL Alvin E. Miller, Sr. U.S. Army (My Spiritual Battle Buddy) you foretold of this day. Psalm 23:1, keep the good news coming. “Friendship is essential to the soul” Omega Psi Phi, Fraternity, Inc. To the souls of all individuals and organizations, your friendship is essential to my soul.

Gone but not forgotten: Bro. Rufus “Mike” Michael Mosby, there is no one in the world more qualified to sit in the back of the school bus with me, and sing “Happy Feelings” by, Frankie Beverly and Maze. FUN! Bro. Rick McFadden, a road trip will never be the same (we clocked some miles…Didn’t we?). Bro. Norman McKinley Wilkerson, you could see the good in a basket of bad (Optimism). Uncle Benjamin “Benny” Curry, thanks for seeing me when I became invisible to others. Uncle Leroy L. Morley, for rides to school on your shoulders, for always making a space for me in your already full house and making me your practice son. You taught me what COOL is and you never forgot my mother, Bonita or me. I love all of you.

Dorothy “GuGu” Baxter Wanton (Mother-in-law), Harvey “Papa” L. Wanton (Father-In-law) and Tia Wanton (Sister-In-law). GuGu, I typed my first screenplay and the genesis of One Week Gig on your first computer. Thanks for believing in me (don’t cry). I know my mother appreciates you all for taking me in, and Lovin’ me right. My sisters Bonita and Linda, there are no greater promoters of

Thanks a million. To my family (aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephew and God children), I am happy to be a part of your lives. Thanks to my Aunt Gloria Morley Franklin for embracing my wife and children and to my Uncle Rev. Benjamin “Benny” Franklin, Sr., for providing the spiritual, philosophical and intellectual stimulation I hunger for. Uncle Benny, I love Jazz! Thanks.

Brianna Valarie Curry, you are just what I prayed, dreamed and hoped a daughter would be. I am becoming the kind of man I pray for you to marry. I love you. Micah Rufus Curry, (My Big Brother) you are the result of seven years of prayer and my mother’s last verbal directive to your mother and me before she passed on (“You all need to have a boy.”). I want to grow up to be just like you. I am reliving my boyhood through you. I hope you don’t mind. Brianna and Micah…Animated Love! Valarie H. Wanton-Curry, you are my concrete evidence that God loves me. Pastor Ed Bacon said, “Mercy is what we do not deserve, and Grace is what we absolutely do not deserve.” I do my best to do “IT” for you. Let the record show that you do “IT” for me. You are my friend, my wife, my lover, and the mother of our children. You believe in me even when I question myself. Napoleon Hill states in the book Think and Grow Rich, “No man is happy or complete without the modifying influence of the right woman.” Continue to grow for yourself, me, our children and the universe. With rhapsodic love, girl, you are My Muse!

To anyone who has assisted in making me what I am becoming, words cannot describe my gratitude. I honor and acknowledge all of you.

Cover Design: James Miller

Cover Photography: Sergio Camero

Female Model: Darshane Johnson, Actress / Model

Male Model: Rufus Curry, Jr.

Editor: Robin Pendleton, M.S. Author / Editor

Typesetter: Dr. Mia Merritt, Ed. D, Principal / Teacher / Author

Proofreader/Editor: Tracey L. Willis