Comments on: In Memory of Dick Miller http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/ Adult Video Network Blog Wed, 07 Jan 2009 14:57:05 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.1 By: David C. Hough http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-7027 David C. Hough Wed, 30 Jul 2008 02:54:33 +0000 http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-7027 DICK, WE MISS YOU!!! I am another of Dick's North Carolina friends. Dick and I spent a sumer together at his great friends, Steve and Cyndy, back in '97. We shared good times, great stories about our lives and we both talked/mulled over the past and speculated about our future. This is right before Dick's time in the Czechc Republic and his reign as the "King of Prague". Dick had such a spirit of life and was such a kind soul. I liked him right off and always felt a special connection with him. I kept up with DICK through Steve and Cyndy over the years. Steve and Cyndy were great friends of Dick's that had a long relationship with him and were friends he could always count on...and that were really there for him. Over the years, DICK visited Carolina several times and we had some great times then, but that summer I spent with DICK, way back when, I will never forget. I saw DICK as an ethical man who by instict looked out for others and who had a reat feel for the love of mankind. He took pride in the fact that when it came to "The Industry" , he took care of his girls. DICK, I miss you. ...But I also celebrate your life through this meaqger refection on your life...and all that it entailed...REST IN PEACE MY BROTHER...Your Friend Always, David Hough DICK,
WE MISS YOU!!! I am another of Dick’s North Carolina friends. Dick and I spent a sumer together at his great friends, Steve and Cyndy, back in ‘97. We shared good times, great stories about our lives and we both talked/mulled over the past and speculated about our future. This is right before Dick’s time in the Czechc Republic and his reign as the “King of Prague”. Dick had such a spirit of life and was such a kind soul. I liked him right off and always felt a special connection with him. I kept up with DICK through Steve and Cyndy over the years. Steve and Cyndy were great friends of Dick’s that had a long relationship with him and were friends he could always count on…and that were really there for him. Over the years, DICK visited Carolina several times and we had some great times then, but that summer I spent with DICK, way back when, I will never forget. I saw DICK as an ethical man who by instict looked out for others and who had a reat feel for the love of mankind. He took pride in the fact that when it came to “The Industry” , he took care of his girls.
DICK, I miss you. …But I also celebrate your life through this meaqger refection on your life…and all that it entailed…REST IN PEACE MY BROTHER…Your Friend Always, David Hough

]]> By: Joe Horvath http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6861 Joe Horvath Fri, 25 Jul 2008 21:00:23 +0000 http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6861 Just wanted to show how Dick felt about his friends. Here is his review of Steve's book, that for some reason didn't get posted until after his untimely demise. Dick, even though you have pissed us off royally, we still love you. You fucker! Customer Rating for this product is 5 out of 5 classic story Richard Mills, movie director, Czech Republic, 07/22/2008 This is a book every last one of us should read. The story may have taken place some years ago, but it's eerily similar to the events transpiring today. It struck a long-dormant chord in me. I remember that period well. The most polarized time in the U.S since the Civil War. Steve Wilson and his friend Bob Smith, though a part of the 'which side are you on - 60's through 70's', were still confident, if not naive bright youths who believed in the American dream. One could travel to not-so-far off places, have adventures, visit a different culture, and still do it in safety. They soon discovered that nothing in life that's real…is safe. In reading the book, you feel as though they are watching a movie. Marauding bandits, crazed natives, revolutionaries, all fascinating to them until they realize they're NOT viewers, but participants. Players in a strange and dangerous, evolving drama. His story is a true odyssey of triumph over adversity and a pocket version of all that singular period in our history entailed. It's much more than a story of imprisoned men. It's a microcosm of the moments in which we lived and survived. They were difficult if not more innocent times in some ways. We still believed that going to another country was, well, 'going to another country'. Globalization wasn't a word yet. We didn't know our government could freely wield their powers over others. The long arm of Richard Nixon stretched out, not to touch, but to grasp the necks of two young United States citizens in Mexico. What happened to them with gun-happy DEA agents roaming that nation at will and indulging their darker side as they would never dare do at home… isn't much different than what's going on today in Guantanamo, Poland, and God knows where else. What makes this story more than just another adventure tale, and believe me, it IS that from the daily fighting off of drug-addicted lunatics, the nightly battles for a place to rest, (if not to EVER fully sleep), the certainty of imminent execution… is the matter-of-fact way Steve Wilson deals with each problem as it arises. From his first encounter with brutal creatures who's sole purpose seem to be to do him harm, to the climactic ending, (I won't reveal it), he never loses touch with who he is. He remains a courageous individual, clinging bravely to his humanity, able to face the day-to-day facts of his new and terrible existence and say, 'C'mon world, show me your worst!' You can't help but admire this man. Who wouldn't like to think, or at least hope, that there's a little bit of Steve Wilson in all of us? Just wanted to show how Dick felt about his friends. Here is his review of Steve’s book, that for some reason didn’t get posted until after his untimely demise. Dick, even though you have pissed us off royally, we still love you. You fucker!

Customer Rating for this product is 5 out of 5 classic story
Richard Mills, movie director, Czech Republic, 07/22/2008

This is a book every last one of us should read. The story may have taken place some years ago, but it’s eerily similar to the events transpiring today. It struck a long-dormant chord in me. I remember that period well. The most polarized time in the U.S since the Civil War. Steve Wilson and his friend Bob Smith, though a part of the ‘which side are you on - 60’s through 70’s’, were still confident, if not naive bright youths who believed in the American dream. One could travel to not-so-far off places, have adventures, visit a different culture, and still do it in safety. They soon discovered that nothing in life that’s real…is safe. In reading the book, you feel as though they are watching a movie. Marauding bandits, crazed natives, revolutionaries, all fascinating to them until they realize they’re NOT viewers, but participants. Players in a strange and dangerous, evolving drama. His story is a true odyssey of triumph over adversity and a pocket version of all that singular period in our history entailed. It’s much more than a story of imprisoned men. It’s a microcosm of the moments in which we lived and survived. They were difficult if not more innocent times in some ways. We still believed that going to another country was, well, ‘going to another country’. Globalization wasn’t a word yet. We didn’t know our government could freely wield their powers over others. The long arm of Richard Nixon stretched out, not to touch, but to grasp the necks of two young United States citizens in Mexico. What happened to them with gun-happy DEA agents roaming that nation at will and indulging their darker side as they would never dare do at home… isn’t much different than what’s going on today in Guantanamo, Poland, and God knows where else. What makes this story more than just another adventure tale, and believe me, it IS that from the daily fighting off of drug-addicted lunatics, the nightly battles for a place to rest, (if not to EVER fully sleep), the certainty of imminent execution… is the matter-of-fact way Steve Wilson deals with each problem as it arises. From his first encounter with brutal creatures who’s sole purpose seem to be to do him harm, to the climactic ending, (I won’t reveal it), he never loses touch with who he is. He remains a courageous individual, clinging bravely to his humanity, able to face the day-to-day facts of his new and terrible existence and say, ‘C’mon world, show me your worst!’ You can’t help but admire this man. Who wouldn’t like to think, or at least hope, that there’s a little bit of Steve Wilson in all of us?

]]> By: Filip Macedonian http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6685 Filip Macedonian Sun, 20 Jul 2008 23:23:55 +0000 http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6685 i cannot tell you how he die but i can tell you how he lived-LIKE A REAL KING.The best after after parties, with the best positive energy around for long long nights and days surounded by the most beautifull girls.He was the KING IN PRAGUE,a beautifull caracter with a lot of stories of good life behind him.I will miss our after parties,long conversations and our good time together my man.But you will always stay in my memories and in my hart.REST IN PEACE CIKA KURE. i cannot tell you how he die but i can tell you how he lived-LIKE A REAL KING.The best after after parties, with the best positive energy around for long long nights and days surounded by the most beautifull girls.He was the KING IN PRAGUE,a beautifull caracter with a lot of stories of good life behind him.I will miss our after parties,long conversations and our good time together my man.But you will always stay in my memories and in my hart.REST IN PEACE CIKA KURE.

]]> By: Bryan Matthews http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6662 Bryan Matthews Sun, 20 Jul 2008 17:22:06 +0000 http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6662 I stayed with Richard for a few weeks in Aug. 2006. It was the first time that I really had a chance to meet him. Richard made me feel at home from the start. His humor was one of the first things I noticed about him. After spending some time with him I started to quickly see that he had a great knowledge of history. I work as a correctional officer and that really seemed to fascinate him. Richard would say, "so Bryan, tell me another prison story". Visiting Prague and getting to know Richard was an experience that I'll never forget. He will be sadly missed by anyone who knew him. LONG LIVE THE KING OF PRAGUE!!!! I stayed with Richard for a few weeks in Aug. 2006. It was the first time that I really had a chance to meet him. Richard made me feel at home from the start. His humor was one of the first things I noticed about him. After spending some time with him I started to quickly see that he had a great knowledge of history. I work as a correctional officer and that really seemed to fascinate him. Richard would say, “so Bryan, tell me another prison story”. Visiting Prague and getting to know Richard was an experience that I’ll never forget. He will be sadly missed by anyone who knew him. LONG LIVE THE KING OF PRAGUE!!!!

]]> By: Michael J. Nathanson http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6554 Michael J. Nathanson Wed, 16 Jul 2008 19:15:15 +0000 http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6554 I loved Dick Miller very much and we always spent quality time together when he came to Los Angeles. He stayed at a condo right down the street from where I live and loved to drive my second car, a Jeep, around town. But I think my fondest memory will be all the mornings he woke me up at 6 AM so we could meet down the street at the Coffee Bean. He liked his coffee but what Dick really loved was the Rice Crispy marshmallow treats-- we would cut one in half every morning. Speaking of those mornings, it was sad when he shared how business was bad and he was about to lose his legendary penthouse. But in those storms, he was also extraordinarily positive and genuinely believed some high-end deal he was working on would materialize and he would be back on track. To myself, I prayed that would be the case because we all very much loved Dick. Although Dick and our mutual friends were sorry I never traveled to Prague to witness him in his glory, I don't give a shit. The memories I have, when we shared times together in LA, were glorious enough. Dick was indeed a class act, refined but also a bit of a cowboy and he loved the finer things life has to offer. After talking with many people and remembering this gentleman as I do, I can understand why he took his life, regardless of how unhappy this made us. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away I wrote a short poem the very evening someone I cared about suddenly passed away-- if by any chance it gives comfort to someone, then that's a good thing-- here it is: The Passing of the Times Where is one's spirit when they find out someone they love is gone? It's with them and it's not. A feeling of loneliness is a feeling of wanting to sleep but something's staying awake. To realize my long lost friend is gone is reality. To know he is still living as a spirit is truth. And to understand the relationship between us now is infinite. MJN I loved Dick Miller very much and we always spent quality time together when he came to Los Angeles. He stayed at a condo right down the street from where I live and loved to drive my second car, a Jeep, around town. But I think my fondest memory will be all the mornings he woke me up at 6 AM so we could meet down the street at the Coffee Bean. He liked his coffee but what Dick really loved was the Rice Crispy marshmallow treats– we would cut one in half every morning. Speaking of those mornings, it was sad when he shared how business was bad and he was about to lose his legendary penthouse. But in those storms, he was also extraordinarily positive and genuinely believed some high-end deal he was working on would materialize and he would be back on track. To myself, I prayed that would be the case because we all very much loved Dick.

Although Dick and our mutual friends were sorry I never traveled to Prague to witness him in his glory, I don’t give a shit. The memories I have, when we shared times together in LA, were glorious enough. Dick was indeed a class act, refined but also a bit of a cowboy and he loved the finer things life has to offer. After talking with many people and remembering this gentleman as I do, I can understand why he took his life, regardless of how unhappy this made us.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away I wrote a short poem the very evening someone I cared about suddenly passed away– if by any chance it gives comfort to someone, then that’s a good thing– here it is:

The Passing of the Times

Where is one’s spirit when they find out someone they love is gone?

It’s with them and it’s not.

A feeling of loneliness is a feeling of wanting to sleep but something’s staying awake.

To realize my long lost friend is gone is reality.

To know he is still living as a spirit is truth.

And to understand the relationship between us now is infinite.

MJN

]]> By: Sterling Haug http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6548 Sterling Haug Wed, 16 Jul 2008 18:12:04 +0000 http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6548 Hey Dick, I guess I am one of the last people to make a comment. 1st emotion: shock 2nd emotion: tremendous grief 3rd emotion: confusion 4th emotion: anger That's right, old pal, I've been ANGRY at you for these last 10 days, so that's why I've waited so long to write you this. 5th emotion: plain old sadness Yeah, after 10 days my anger is finally gone, but I still gotta ask ya, WHY?? I sure hope it wasn't because you thought you weren't loved - just read all these comments, dude. You were one of the few people who everyone you met wanted to be your best friend. I've probably known you longer than anyone who is left alive - 39 years. I can still see you talking to hippie chicks from the steps of our old apartment building on Sunset Blvd in 1969, with a wine glass in your hand, before you got into the movie biz. I still have your pair of immaculate "white bucks" like Pat Boone wore. You can come and get them anytime. Well, everything else has already been said about you as I read these comments. I must say "ditto" to all of them. Thanks for the memories, advice, and endless good times. Save a seat on the train for me wherever you are.............. Hey Dick, I guess I am one of the last people to make a comment. 1st emotion: shock 2nd emotion: tremendous grief 3rd emotion: confusion 4th emotion: anger That’s right, old pal, I’ve been ANGRY at you for these last 10 days, so that’s why I’ve waited so long to write you this. 5th emotion: plain old sadness Yeah, after 10 days my anger is finally gone, but I still gotta ask ya, WHY?? I sure hope it wasn’t because you thought you weren’t loved - just read all these comments, dude. You were one of the few people who everyone you met wanted to be your best friend. I’ve probably known you longer than anyone who is left alive - 39 years. I can still see you talking to hippie chicks from the steps of our old apartment building on Sunset Blvd in 1969, with a wine glass in your hand, before you got into the movie biz. I still have your pair of immaculate “white bucks” like Pat Boone wore. You can come and get them anytime. Well, everything else has already been said about you as I read these comments. I must say “ditto” to all of them. Thanks for the memories, advice, and endless good times. Save a seat on the train for me wherever you are…………..

]]> By: Cyndy Latham Wilson http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6544 Cyndy Latham Wilson Wed, 16 Jul 2008 14:45:59 +0000 http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6544 Dickie, WOW! I can’t believe you are gone. We have so much history together. I will treasure every memory. The early years in New York, the discos, Little Italy, Hop Kee’s in China Town and the time just spent hanging around in the loft. How fun was sailing in Belhaven in “Lake Lowenbrau” with the family. And, of course, the days in Prague with just you, me and Steve. I will always love you. I will love you more and more as time goes on. Cyndy Dickie, WOW! I can’t believe you are gone. We have so much history together. I will treasure every memory. The early years in New York, the discos, Little Italy, Hop Kee’s in China Town and the time just spent hanging around in the loft. How fun was sailing in Belhaven in “Lake Lowenbrau” with the family. And, of course, the days in Prague with just you, me and Steve.
I will always love you. I will love you more and more as time goes on. Cyndy

]]> By: Klára Botková http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6525 Klára Botková Tue, 15 Jul 2008 13:13:24 +0000 http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6525 Wish you were here. But I think, you still are. Miss you and I know that ain´t the only one. I hope that once, we will meet again. Thank you what you did for me. I also wish I told you before. And many many other thinks... Always with Love, Your Klara Wish you were here. But I think, you still are. Miss you and I know that ain´t the only one. I hope that once, we will meet again. Thank you what you did for me. I also wish I told you before. And many many other thinks…

Always with Love,

Your Klara

]]> By: Klara http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6494 Klara Mon, 14 Jul 2008 18:02:57 +0000 http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6494 Dear Dick, I am affraid to write something stupid but I am sure that you would underestand :-) I do miss you and I promise the best afterparty was in your place!! You was warm person with great personality and you gave so good energy to people. I am angry that you will never hug me again and call me your baby. You was one of my best friends and I wish we could have spend more time together! I hope it was your decision and you rest in peace! Love, K. Dear Dick, I am affraid to write something stupid but I am sure that you would underestand :-) I do miss you and I promise the best afterparty was in your place!! You was warm person with great personality and you gave so good energy to people. I am angry that you will never hug me again and call me your baby. You was one of my best friends and I wish we could have spend more time together! I hope it was your decision and you rest in peace! Love, K.

]]> By: Ilene Cox http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6476 Ilene Cox Sun, 13 Jul 2008 21:52:17 +0000 http://www.theofficialstroke.com/123/in-memory-of-dick-miller/#comment-6476 I met Dick over 15 years ago at Steve and Cyndy's. I was all set to dismiss and judge him. Instead I was entranced by his class, his humor and his casual elegance. He was one of a kind. Steve and my husband Bill had two great weeks with him a couple of years ago at his home in Praque. We had some funny times over that trip....limo's, photos, emails. Dick had a great sence of humor! He was warm, kind, generous and thoughtful. My dear friends loved him without reservation. I feel lucky to have known him at all. I wore one of the t-shirt s Cyndy and Steve had made in his memory the other night at dinner. We all toasted to him. I know he was there and I have to believe he's at peace now. Ilene Cox I met Dick over 15 years ago at Steve and Cyndy’s. I was all set to dismiss and judge him. Instead I was entranced by his class, his humor and his casual elegance. He was one of a kind. Steve and my husband Bill had two great weeks with him a couple of years ago at his home in Praque. We had some funny times over that trip….limo’s, photos, emails. Dick had a great sence of humor! He was warm, kind, generous and thoughtful. My dear friends loved him without reservation. I feel lucky to have known him at all. I wore one of the t-shirt s Cyndy and Steve had made in his memory the other night at dinner. We all toasted to him. I know he was there and I have to believe he’s at peace now.

Ilene Cox

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