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ONE FURTHER WORD! PLEASE!!!
We’ll never forget 2020, the Pandammit and the hoarding of such items as cleaning supplies and toilet paper. Many are the stories written on the subject. So…I DARE YOU! I DOUBLE-DOG DARE YOU TO NOT write a story that has to do with lockdown, quarantine or the big C-19. You won’t be chastised or kicked to the kerb if you do, but…
Without further adieu, here’s my story.
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Riccardo DiGuglielmo couldn’t see himself frittering away his life as a clerk. He decided to follow in his parents’ footsteps in show business.
Studying the fifteen-year-old, the Hamilton, Ontario radio director smiled. “You have a good voice for radio, son. Your name?”
“Um…” Riccardo hesitated. He didn’t want to be typecast as an Italian. “Dick Wilson.”
Years later, his character, Mr. Whipple, a store clerk who chastised anyone who dared to squeeze the Charmin, became an American household name.
The actor laughed, “I’ve done thirty-eight pictures and nobody remembers any of them, but they all remember me selling toilet paper.”
For those who never saw one of these 500 adverts, here’s one of the early ones that catapulted Dick Wilson to commercial success.