Born in Ketchikan, September 17, 1939. High school graduate, Kayhi. 3 1/2 years college, Pacific Lutheran University.
Retired, State of Alaska. 22 years experience writing audit reports, performing field audits on multinational corporations. 10 years writing novels and screenplays.
Wishing to locate an Alaskan Filmmaker to consider “THE HERRING GULL” a completed feature film.
Opening of the Screenplay starts here:
“THE HERRING GULL”
“When you suffer a shock, denial is
often accompanied by an intrusive stage
– a time when emotions flood in …
These emotions are usually triggered by
a haunting smell or sound or a flash or
something familiar caught in the corner
of your eye.” — Slaby, Andrew E., M.D., Ph.D., M.P
EXT. A SIDEWALK ABOVE A BOAT HARBOR – DAY
A sprinkle of rain. A shaft of sunlight breaks through
overcast skies and strikes a long wet rail separating the
sidewalk from the harbor waters.
A dignified Alaskan Native couple in their 40s, CHARLES
MARENKOVICH and his wife MINNIE, approach. A MAN (60) tips
his hat in respect.
A MAN AND WOMAN (50s) wave and smile at them.
Above the beak of Charles’ cap is emblazoned “HARBOR MASTER.”
At the rail, Charles looks up at the shaft of sunlight.
You see that?
What, that? … Oh, just the sun.
Yeah but whenever I see one of them
beams of light, ones just like
that, I know it’ll show up.
You think so? … You know I
haven’t seen it in a long time.
Below, a few hundred commercial fishing boats. Fishermen in
yellow oilskins working on the docks, some aboard the boats.
Rain dimples the surface of the water.
The light beam strikes a low-lying fog bank in the channel
across the harbor and illuminates the fog.
Charles lights his pipe, lofts tendrils of smoke into the
A magnificent HERRING GULL flies out of the fog.
It lands on the rail. An aura surrounds the bird.
The gull moves closer, ruffling its feathers.
Charles stands up straight, full of himself. He beams with
Oh yeah I knew you’d show up! Yeah,
I know … I know … oh boy I sure
do remember what happened in those
(tears in her eyes)
Oh yeah. Me, too. I remember.
The shaft of light strikes the couple.
The Herring Gull opens its wings and lifts off.
The Gull soars above the harbor, sails over the fog toward
the mountains across the channel. It climbs through wisps of
cloud. And higher through thick gray clouds where strong
winds blow. The light subsides.
EXT. PANORAMIC VIEW OF A CITY.
SUPER: “Anchorage, Alaska, Twenty Years Ago.”
Snow and wind blow in gusts about the streets.
EXT. AN ANCHORAGE FREEWAY OVERPASS – DAY
The overpass arches over Ship Creek. Parka hood covering his
head, young Charlie Marenkovich treks across. No sidewalk.
He’s nearly in traffic. Vehicles honk, woosh past, throw
wakes of dirty snow.
A sign above: “Port.” An arrow points right.
He slips, sprawls in the snow. A car honks, swerves to miss
He crunches ahead.
An Alaskan man cannot recall his early life. Plagued with horrendous dreams, he’s unable to relate to others. However, an unrelenting, magical woman from his village and an ‘animal identity’ follow him in order to use an ancient, secret way to intervene.