You’d be hard-pressed to track down any information on Google about Jerry Harmon’s Operation Snowball.
Sometime in December of 1967, when I was just three-years-old, my stepdad Jerry Harmon launched a touring magic act project called Operation Snowball. I was the (very) young assistant.
Costumes baby.
Under the auspices of Operation Snowball, “King Karnak, Barbie, and Cole” would become a ten-year annual touring magic show across the state of Virginia. The purpose of the act was to provide Christmastime entertainment for the patients at all, or most, of the mental institutions in Virginia; there were a lot mental hospitals in those days. Western State Hospital in Staunton, Virginia was on the list.
Every year we’d kick off the tour with a show at the Towne Theater on Broad Street in Richmond before heading over to the Governor’s office for a photo op with the reigning Governor, who would give his blessing for our two-week tour that followed.
I distinctly remember meeting Governor Mills Godwin on several occasions. A government limo would drive us to a nearby airport where a government appointed pilot from Civil Air Patrol would fly us, with our gear, in a Cessna twin-engine plane to our shows. Jerry, a captain in CAP, would pilot the plane sometimes. I loved it. I wanted to be a pilot. Civil Air Patrol even had a boys pilot program for pre-teen boys to fly planes. I remember going to a exhibition event where I watched boys my age (around 11) fly planes. Naturally they had an instructor with them, but still those kids took off, flew around, and landed those planes.
How cool can you get.
There were times when we had to land in cow pastures. No shit. I mean, except for the cow poop. Sometimes we hit severe winter turbulence that would make the most hardened pilots lose their lunch. I was such a sleepy little kid that no amount of sudden altitude drops or bump-and-grind turbulence could wake me from my slumber.
Jerry had been a medic in the Korean war before being switched to intelligence where he trained soldiers in specialized combat techniques, such as decapitation using piano wire. Watermelons stood in for actual heads. Jerry flew fighter pilot missions over Korea, during one of which he had to crash-land his plane. The plane’s windshield exploded into his face, leaving scars from where tiny pieces of glass had to be extracted with tweezers.
Back stage at the "Disaster Headquarters."
At 6' 2'', Jerry was the epitome of rugged handsomeness.
One story goes that he killed one of his own men for being a traitor.
Fiction?
Perhaps.
When he started Operation Snowball, Jerry was riding ambulance duty for a volunteer rescue squad in Richmond when he wasn’t doing live television news broadcasts for a local station. He’d later become a radio announcer for WEZS (Easy Listening), while teaching Standard First Aid to Richmond police recruits every Tuesday night. I spent more Tuesday nights learning first aid downtown at the Richmond Police Station than I can remember.
Jerry cared about the Mental Health movement in Virginia. He worked for a Mental Health agency headquartered in one of the most beautiful buildings on Monument Avenue. So it was that we’d pull into the parking lot of Eastern State Hospital in Williamsburg in the early afternoon, rush in to a cafeteria area with a stage, and perform for a half hour to war vets and mentally ravaged patients whose suffering was only being exacerbated by abuses they were suffering at the hands of their guards.
King Karnak, Barbie, and Cole at The Towne Theatre in Richmond.
Jerry Harmon was a consummate performer. He wore a black cape à la Count
Dracula. His black hair was slicked back. Jerry had studied voice with the great Don Ameche, and copied Ameche's pencil-thin mustache.
When Jerry spoke in public, heads turned.
Jerry had a line of show patter so shiny you could eat off it.
“Ice, the only thing in the world that is what it is cracked up to be.”
My mom and I were the assistants.
I had a “Twiggy and Stumpy” bit that I did where I pulled faces. I wore a Philip Morris-styled outfit with a pill box hat with an elastic cord that wrapped under my chin. It was uncomfortable as hell but this was show business after all.
I don’t have much memory of specific years; they all just blend together. But I have a strong memory of the first time I became aware of just who our audience was. I looked out from the stage at the grinning faces of people who would return to an abyss of sadness the moment we left their facility. I saw a Viet Nam war vet in a wheelchair. The man had no arms or legs. Tears of joy streamed down his face as he watched our act.
I was probably five or six at the time but I didn’t need anyone to explain to me how or why this poor man had arrived at this sad fate.
War had robbed this poor human being of his humanity. Long before I hit puberty, I had an ingrained hatred of war that I carry to this day.
The Clash, Elvis Costello, and Elem Klimov confirmed my chosen ethics.
Jerry used a clothes hamper that he had dressed into a snazzy rolling lectern from which he would take out rope, Chinese Linking Rings, and a host of other tricks.
KING KARNAK was emblazoned across the front. Jerry was a master at sleight of hand. David Blane had nothing on Jerry. I watched my dad blow people's minds at cocktail parties. Billiard Balls were a favorite. The show would climax with Jerry chopping my mom’s head off with a guillotine purchased at Al's Magic Shop in Washington, D.C.
Some members of the audience would have to be escorted out of the room before the trick could be completed. The patients would frequently mob us as we made our way to our waiting limo. It was frightening sometimes, but we were already on our way to our next show. We did two or three shows a day for our two-week run.
Exhausting.
I’ve since gone down to Richmond looking through Public Library microfiche files of the Richmond News Leader and Times Dispatch (both newspapers I delivered as a paperboy in my neighborhood from 11 to 14) for articles or photos from the Operation Snowball years (1967 to 1976), but I couldn’t find anything.
It’s funny to think that I had my introduction to show business at such a young age, but I learned the same fundamental lesson that anyone who dares set foot on the boards does; the show must go on.
Shredding VCU like a boss in '77.
Us paperboys called 'em The News Bleeder and The Times Disgrace. I got to read my own newspaper copy everyday. That was cool.
I even landed a couple skateboarding photos in the News Leader. That's me skating the Pollak Building at VCU. Bitchin'.
Regarding Operation Snowball, I took special satisfaction in bringing fleeting moments of joyful entertainment to people without hope.
Jerry treated Operation Snowball like a military mission that had to be prepared for, executed, and completed without complaint. He never got paid a dime for his efforts. He might not have been the best dad, but Jerry was a humanitarian, as evidenced by his actions. Jerry had a huge ego, and was quite a braggart, but I never once heard him brag about Operation Snowball. That was something special. Perhaps someday you'll be able to see and read evidence of Operation Snowball on the internet.
Operation Snowball was a big deal for ten years.
Then came The Rockin' Dogs.
THE ROCKIN' DOGS at Saigon Palace in San Diego 1984
Dave, Sam, Jane, and Cole — THE ROCKIN' DOGS in San Diego 1983
THE ROCKIN' DOGS at Saigon Palace in San Diego 1984
THE ROCKIN' DOGS ON FILM
THE ROCKIN' DOGS at Saigon Palace in San Diego 1984
THE ROCKIN' DOGS at Saigon Palace in San Diego 1984
THE ROCKIN' DOGS doing damage in downtown S.D. at STUDIO 517
THE ROCKIN' DOGS at STUDIO 517 in San Diego 1984
THE ROCKIN' DOGS Publicity Photo 1984
To quote Lux Interior of "The Cramps," "I learned all I know by the age of nine."
Over the years of working as a film critic in NYC, I had many opportunities to interview or meet celebrities. Many Cannes and New York Festivals enabled me to see and meet some of Cinema's finest talents. Here I've compiled a collection of photos I took on those special occasions. Some of these talented people are no longer with us, so it's especially touching to revisit them here.
Enjoy.
THE SMARTEST FILM CRITIC IN THE WORLD, or something quite like it.
Guillermo det Toro & Ivana Baquero in Cannes — "Pan's Labyrinth"
Michelle Monahan & Val Kilmer in Cannes — "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang"
Robert Downey Jr. & Val Kilmer in Cannes
Jean Reno & Audrey Tautou in Cannes — "The DaVinci Code"
Angelina Jolie in Cannes
Penelope Cruz & Pedro Almodovar in Cannes
Peter Bogdanovich in NYC
Jason Ritter & Don Roos in NYC — "Happy Endings"
Paul Thomas Anderson & Daniel Day-Lewis in NYC
Richard Linklater & Eric Schlosser in Cannes — "Fast Food Nation"
Ashley Olsen in NYC
Werner Herzog in NYC — "Grizzly Man"
Bruno Dumont in NYC
Sam Shepard in Cannes — "Don't Come Knockin'"
Quentin Tarantino in Cannes 2004
Norman Jewison in NYC — "The Statement"
Doug Jones & Richard Jenkins in NYC — "The Shape of Water"
Lee Daniels in NYC — "The Paperboy"
Tom Hanks in Cannes — "The DaVinci Code"
Ron Howard in Cannes
Cillian Murphy & Pádraic Delaney — "The Wind That Shakes The Barley"
Mathieu Amalric in NYC
Ian McKellen in NYC
Malcolm McLeren in Cannes — "Fast Food Nation"
Tom Arnold in NYC — "Gardens of the Night"
Micky Rourke, Darren Aronofsky, Marisa Tomei — "The Wrestler"
Jim Jarmusch in Cannes — "Gimme Danger"
Iggy Pop in Cannes — "Gimme Danger"
Ethan Hawke in Cannes
Elle Fanning in Cannes — "The Neon Demon"
Nicolas Winding Refn in Cannes — "The Neon Demon"
Atom Egoyan in Cannes — "Where the Truth Lies"
Rachel Blanchard in Cannes — "Where The Truth Lies"
Audrey Tautou
Emma Watson
Sarah Polley in Cannes
Jim Jarmusch in Cannes — "Broken Flowers"
Ken Loach in Cannes — "The Wind That Shakes The Barley"
Errol Morris in NYC — "Standard Operating Procedure"
Paul Thomas Anderson in NYC
Colin Ferrel in NYC — "In Bruges"
Asia Argento
Ellen (nee Elliot) Page — "Hard Candy"
Mark Ruffalo in NYC — "In The Cut"
Paul Bettany in Cannes
Jennifer Connelly
Clive Owen — "The International"
Mai Masri — "3000 Nights"
Nick Stahl — "The Door In The Floor"
Tom Wolfe
Carice van Houten — "Black Book"
Keira Knightley — "Atonement"
James McAvoy
Talia Lugacy & Rosario Dawson
Michael Pitt
Sam Rockwell
Danny Boyle
Dev Patel
Leee Black Childers
Taylor Sheridan, Chris Pine & Ben Foster in Cannes
Chris Pine & Ben Foster in Cannes — "Hell or High Water"
Harvey Pekar in Cannes — "American Splendor"
Geraldine Chaplin in Cannes
Richard Schickel & Geraldine Chaplin
Nick Cave — "The Proposition"
William Friedkin in Cannes — "Bug"
Natalie Portman in NYC — "V For Vendetta"
Uma Thurman in NYC — "My Super Ex-Girlfriend"
Donnie Wahlberg in NYC
Jet Li in NYC — "Unleashed"
Tony Jaa in NYC
Michael Caine in NYC
Christian Bale in NYC
Daniel Day-Lewis
Catherine Zeta-Jones in NYC — "No Reservations"
Ally Sheedy
Christopher Sherwood — "All Is Vanity"
Cole with Jason Ritter & Don Roos — "Happy Endings"
Michelle Williams at the New York Film Festival — "My Week With Marilyn"
Heath Ledger in NYC — "I'm Not There"
Don Cheadle & Emayatzy Corinealdi — "Miles Ahead"
Mandy Moore & Justin Theroux in NYC
Justin Theroux in NYC
Mandy Moore in NYC
Mandy Moore in NYC
Matthew Fox in NYC — "Vantage Point"
Micky Rourke — "The Wrestler"
Vincent Gallo in Cannes — "Brown Bunny"
Guillermo del Toro in NYC — "The Shape of Water"
John Doe in Portland, Washington
Ian Hunter in NYC
Elvis Costello, Nick Lowe & Robyn Hitchcock in NYC
Steve Naive
Martin Scorsese — "Shine A Light"
Keith Richards & Charlie Watts in NYC — "Shine A Light"
Mick Jagger in NYC
Charlie Watts
Kimberly Pierce — "Stop-Loss"
Cuba Gooding Jr. in NYC — "Dirty"
Leonardo DiCaprio in NYC — "The Departed"
Forest Whitaker in NYC — "Panic Room"
Gretchen Mol in NYC — "The Notorious Bettie Page"
Gael Garcia Bernal in Cannes — "Babel"
Pierce Brosnan at The Essex House
On the Red Carpet in Cannes!
La Grande Bouffe (THE BIG FEAST) Craft Beer & Movies Podcast
5th & Park Film and Fiction Walking Tour.
Hotel room rehearsals baby.
COZY COLE at Birdsall House in Peekskill, NY 2020
COZY COLE solo Bossa Nova at NYC's Central Park 2021
COZY COLE at The Metropolitan Club 2022
