Herbert Eyre Moulton

Quantum Mechanics
- A Highway to Other Worlds

By Charles E.J. Moulton

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Archimedes, Copernicus and Newton lived in a logical world of explainable physical organization. An object was what it was and a thing could only be in one place at a time.
Modern physics turned all of that on its head. Since Niels Bohr and Albert Einstein discovered the quantum world, physics has become intricate, fascinating and increasingly cosmic. As a result, mankind finds itself walking down a path with the promise of wisdom as a companion. Quantum mechanics, the science of the smallest known subatomic particles, has become a gateway toward understanding God.

It all started with the early 20th century discovery of the smaller particles and how they react to one another. No, they found out after decades of experiments, the atom is not the smallest object in the universe. The subatomic particles, electrons and the like, are even smaller, buzzing and whirling inside the atoms, causing literally everything in the universe to be in constant vibration. From the stone in your garden to the dead body in the mortuary, from a baseball to you sitting there reading this right now: everything in the universe is in constant vibration.

The atoms themselves are just shells with electrons inside as comparatively tiny as peas on a football field, which means that everything in the universe is practically empty. The particles, however, also have a magnetic force. It is this magnetic force that holds everything together. So we can literally say our emotional energy, our souls, hold us together.
In a hundred years or so, we will maybe be able to prove that our souls inhabit our physical shells. Who knows?
Renowned actor Alan Alda hosted a panel of university professors at the 2008 World Science Festival. All of them had contrary approaches to quantum mechanics, but found themselves wondering and dwelling in apposing speculations what the future might say of our current theories.

Now the whole thing accelerates. Nobel prize winner William Phillips explains that two electrons, once they are brought together, are connected. In experiments, Phillips connected two electrons and then separated them by 11 kilometers. He discovered that the movements and actions of one electron immediately affected the other simultaneously. The one electron could not move without the other moving as well, but in opposing direction. Distance was not an issue here. Brian Greene compared the twin electrons to gloves. The one connected electron always revealed the actual actions of its counterpart.
The experimental and theoretical physicists call this phenomenon entanglement.
This experiment has been repeated countless times at far greater distances with the same results.
Albert Einstein also discovered, like many others after him, that electrons snap up to attention once looked at.

So where are we now?
Buzzing and whirling electrons with a magnetic force connect with each other beyond space and time.

We are made of electrons. That means that we have a magnetic force and that our particles are connected beyond space and time. Once we get emotionally involved with someone, with internally good feelings or bad ones as a result, the one collection of particles, you, immediately affects the other, your emotional influence, i.e. the one you love or hate. Which literally scientifically means, particlewise, that no one can escape any action. You do something good? It will return to you. You do the math.

What continues to confuse modern physicists is that, contrary to ancient physics, yes, particles, electrons, photons and the like, can be in two places at once. They can be up and down simultaneously, here and there, high and low at the same time. And particles coordinate, forming waves even when they are not supposed to. So yes, they do connect with each other.
"How can a photon be a particle and a wave at the same time?" charismatic Professor Brian Greene from the Columbia University asked his audience at the World Science Festival in 2009.

This leads to a wild assumption.
Swedish-American genius Max Tegmark from the MIT claims that if particles can be in two places at the same time, so can we, an idea that inspired the theory of the multiverse. Alan Guth and Andre Linde connect this to the theory of cosmic inflation. Very roughly, that means that there are cosmic big bangs happening at every moment. Every time someone measures space and time or makes a decision, the universe splits, creating new realities.
"Every situation that can happen, will happen - and does... in some reality," Tegmark explains. "In this reality, I am the physicist researching a dark corner for a quantum reality. In another reality, I might be a detective searching in a dark corner for a serial killer that hid a dead body. In a third one, I am the serial killer in a dark corner. In a forth, I am the dead body in the dark corner."

Far away from serious science, there are stories that baffle us if we choose to believe them.
In 1954, a kaukasian business traveller walked through Tokyo Airport customs with a passport issued by the government of the non-existent country of Taured on the border between France and Spain, a document with a wide range of stamps from a wide range of nations.
He had many currencies in his wallet and spoke a variety of languages.
But the company he worked for, the bank he had his account in and the hotel he mentioned either didn't exist or had never heard of him.
Appearantly, Andorra was on the exact place he came from, but where he claimed Taured was. The bearded man claimed his proud country had existed for a thousand years.
The man was detained in a hotel room over night, his door guarded by customs officials, but next morning he was gone, his documents vanished from the closed customs office at the airport.
The incident was mentioned in the Directory of Possibilities on page 86, published in 1981.
What was real here?
You be the judge.
Other stories like that were documented in Frankfurt an der Oder in 1859 and in Paris 1905, both occasions with men who came from unknown countries, one of which spoke a totally unknown language.

Werner Heisenberg was quoted as saying that particles and atoms are not real. They form a world of potentialities.
Brian Greene here speaks of the Probability Wave.
Shooting electrons through two double slits onto a canvas has a surprising result. Their traces on the black canvas form a wave, not two slits.
Dark matter, the energy force that binds the universe together, seems to play a part here as well.
If dark matter holds the universe together, does it hold time together as well? Or is time, like scientist and author Abhijit Naskar pointed out, just an illusion?
In 1952, Albert Einstein came to the realization that the past, present and future exist simultaneously.
Quantum physics, quoting Strange -But-True-Stories-inventor Steve White, concludes that our consciousness plays a major part in creating our reality.
Sir James Jeans is quoted as saying that the entire universe is spiritual and immaterial and manifested entirely by what we believe.
Quantum physics is opening doors that were closed for thousands of years. You think you have no power of reality? Then that is what you experience. You wanna change your life? Then change your... mind.

All we have to do is do the math.
Marion Kerr from the Quantum Gravity Research films takes a humorous and challengingly female look at this.
In the "Hacking Reality" documentary, a film that deals with quantum physics, she speaks to her other self, standing breast high in a swimming pool, pointing a finger at herself as always having been in the pool, never having been born and never dying.
Her other self sneers.
"The human mind can't grasp eternity," Marion goes on to say, "something always having existed."

The extraordinary thing that has happened is that, through quantum physics, the soul has been linked to science.
We have taken aura photographs, proven in laboratory experiments that thoughts have weight, seen, as in the famous Japanese rice experiment, how physical reality is affected by our emotions, we even have evidence that plants, as proven in Cleve Backster's CIA-funded lie detector tests from 1969, react emotionally to fear.
Now, however, we can prove through science that our charisma can be measured by the magnetic energy of the buzzing and whirling electrons.
Add to that the question what lies beyond the end of the universe or what was before the beginning of time and the step toward the reality of the eternal soul is just an electron away.

You know what's coming next.
Almost a thousand out of body experiences occur daily in the U.S. alone. The emotional energy we have calls our friends, leads us to radio songs we talked about with friends the day before.
We believe in sound and radio and internet waves. It's time that we all start believing in our own waves, which operate on the same principles of buzzing electrons.
I am certainly not the only person who has made this conclusion.
And this is just the beginning.

The impact your emotional reality has on what happens around you changes your life whether you want it or not.

We conclude with an anecdote from the science panel of the 2008 World Science Festival. Philosopher David Z. Albert, Nobel Prize Winner William Phillips, award winning author Brian Greene and multiverse spokesman Max Tegmark, they all might have with witty and friendly remarks slightly downplayed each other's views. They all agreed on one thing, however, for various reasons: having diverse views proves a more interesting experience for all.
As Tegmark puts it:
"It is better to bark up many trees than just one. I have more respect for someone that dares to make a wrong prediction than someone that makes none at all."
That sounds like good advice for us all - in any universe.

My father Herbert Eyre Moulton was a true Renaissance Man. Well rehearsed and versed in all the arts, he was a role model to many. Connoisseur, grand signeur, singer, storyteller and a good friend.

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"Move It!" is The Creativity Webzine's 8th issue this year. It is online, readable, ready and rocking.

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What is movement? That is the question. We are confronted with Ally, who can't move. We meet the comfort girls, who can. Then we see a woman who just loves moving because, to her, it is the best of her times. High old times in the threadbare 1930's, as Herb Moulton would say. We meet an American painter and an Indian composer, who collaborate and move because it feels good. We meet animal rights activists like Lars and Yvonne and Mrs. Barbara Koch, who promote a vegan lifestyle by organizing an art exhibition in Germany that raises awareness as to where our mass meat production is heading. 14 brilliant artists join them. We headline two.
Religious moves, animal moves, long distance moves, nature moves, they are all here. Life is always moving. Art is life, life is action, action is creativity and creativity is everything. You get the drift.

The artists are:

Amanda Phoenix
Gerald Arthur Winter
Alexandra H. Rodrigues
Herbert Eyre Moulton
Lucinda Berry Hill
Alan Catlin
David Thorpe
Karen King
Janine Pickett
Debashish Parashar
Der Artgenosse
Hendrik Müller

On May 4th, we are launching THE NET and expect submissions by May 1st. This issue is dedicated to the internet or any net of any kind. Webs of love, webs of sin, webs of emails. The net. Stories, articles, poems, art.
Rock us with your incredible artistic creativity.

Please spread the word, share this in the web, promote our cause: connecting our creativity. After all, everything is art!

Best regards,

Charles E.J. Moulton
Editor in Chief
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On the Wings of a Song

By Charles E.J. Moulton/

Take your time to race down the road,
You speed train, you,
Begging all those doubters
To lay down their guns.

Come and see me!

Take your time
To provoke those twee snobs ever so slightly
Being the rocker you knew
You were all along.

Come and see me!

Take your time to play that air guitar
Moving to the beat
Founding that hard-rock band
At age 80.

Come and see me!

Be the train, be the actor,
Be the method, be the book,
Be the instrument of God,
Be that creature of peace.

Come and see me!

Valerie, Steve Windwood,
She inspired him,
Just like Da Vinci was
Inspired by the Mona Lisa.

Come and see me!

Likewise, you inspire me,
Making me touch the edge of reality,
Pushing me to the limit,
Only to make me hit the high note!

Come and see me, baby!

Now the keyboards wail,
The guitar rocks,
The tamborine rattles,
The loudspeakers burst,
All those doubters
Who only like Beethoven
With their chins to the floor.

So what are we, we rockers?
Are we driven by the angel of power,
The angel of peace,
The angel of heat
Or the angel of love?

No, we are all that and more,
We seek fame and fortune,
But we also seek to ride the roof of the speed train,
In a proverbial sense,
On the wings of a song.

So come and see me sometime.
I will be there,
Standing on stage,
Rocking your socks off.

My speed train is called music.

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epubli - Charles E.J. Moulton Actor, author and baritone Charles E.J. Moulton was born in Graz, Austria and raised trilingually in Sweden by his mother, opera singer Professor Gun Kronzell, and his father, the actor Herbert Moulton. He studied the craft of classical singing, musical comedy and drama at the Vienna Music Academy a...

HERBERT EYRE MOULTON
*27.07.1927 †27.01.2005

Schauspieler, Autor, Lehrer: Englisch als Fremdsprache, Opern-, Musical und Jazz-Sänger, Oratorien-, Konzertsolist, Sprechpädagoge
Als Filmschauspieler und Gala-Sänger für MCA: Herbert Moore, Chorleiter, Radiosprecher, Autor: Radioprogramme für Schulfunk, ORF
Bachelor of Arts (Major: Philosophy, Minor: Education), Stimmfach: Bariton

Herbert privat

• Geboren am 27.07.1927 in Elmhurst, Illinois, U.S.A.
• Vater: Herbert Lewis Moulton, Englisch-schottisch-amerikanisch, Soldat in Frankreich im Ersten Weltkrieg, Versicherungsmakler, Werbe Vermarktungs-Förderer, Gründer und Chef: Glen Ellyn Post No. 3 – American Legion, Nachfahre von Betsy Ross, die Näherin der 1. Amerikanischen Flagge
• Mutter: Nellie Brennan Eyre, Irisch-amerikanisch, Sekretärin: The Rookery Building, Chicago, Teil der Irischen Adelsfamilie Eyre aus Eyreville, Irland, Fest Veranstalterin, Köchin
• 1927 – 1945: Kindheit und Schulzeit in Glen Ellyn, Illinois
• St. Petronille’s School, Glenbard Township High School, Glen Ellyn
• Ab 1945: Wohnsitz in Chicago, New York, Camp Gordon, Dublin, Hannover, Graz, Göteborg, Wien
• 1966: Erste Begegnung beim gemeinsamen Gesangslehrer mit Gun Margareta Kronzell (*1930 †2011), Schwedische Sängerin, Gesangpädagogin
• 1966: Eheschließung Herbert und Gun in Bad Godesberg, Deutschland
• 1969: Geburt des gemeinsamen Sohnes Charles Edmond James Moulton

Herbert im Beruf

• 1. Besuch, Chicago Lyric Opera, 3 Jahre alt, Opern Vorträge in der Schule
• Mehrere Rollen in Musicals und Theaterstücke in der High School, u.A. der Wolf in eine Musical Version von „Rotkäppchen“
• 1945 – 46: Northwestern University School of Music, Evanston, Ill.
• 1945 – 50: Gesangs-, Schauspiel- und Literatur-Studium in Chicago,
• 1946 – 49: Arbeit in der Chicago Lyric und die San Carlo Opera an der Seite von Callas, Björling, Svanholm, Pinza. Konzertsolist in Kirchen und Synogogen
• 1946 – 49: Journalist und Werbefachmann bei Hearst Newspapers and Hearst Advertising Service (Michigan und Arizona), freiberuflicher Journalist für Chicago Herald-American, Detroit Times und New York Journal – American
• 1947 – 50: Zwei Tourneen als Solist und Dirigent, Symphonisches Orchester Kryl, Auftritte bei MBS und NBC
• 1949: Preisträger, Chicagoland Music Festival
• 1950 – 52: Militärdienst, Camp Gordon, Georgia. Gründer und Chorleiter von The Camp Gordon Chapel Choir, Wöchentliche Radioauftritte: CBS, Radiosprecher und Journalist bei U.S. Army Public Information Service • 1953 – 55: Gala Bariton bei MCA Records als Herbert Moore, Auftritte in New York und Chicago, Hauptrollen in „A Tree Grows in Brooklyn“ und „Carousel“, 2 Jahre am President Theatre, New York, Theater in Maine, USA-Tournee
• 1955 – 59: Priester Studium, Loras College, Iowa, und St. Procopius College, Illinois, BA in Philosophie, nebenbei Journalist, Lehrer, Sänger
• 1959 – 1965: Schauspieler in Dublin, Irland: Gate, Gaiety, Olympia, Eblana, Pocket und Pike-Theatres, Milo O’Shea Company, Anew McMaster’s, Dublin Theatre Festivals, Musicals, Operetten, Opern, Klassisches Theater, Modern Stücke, Hauptrollen in Filme, Werbe Schauspieler.
• 1959 - 1965: „How to Suceed in Business Without Really Trying“ – Tournee in England, Liberettist „THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK“ von James Wilson, Mitglied von Radio Eirann Singers, Auftritte am Glyndebourne Festival, Auftritte ITV, BBC, Radio Irland, Studium Trinity College
• 1965 – 1968: Gast Bariton am Staatsoper Hannover
• Ab 1966: Vermählung und Zusammenarbeit mit Mezzosopranistin Gun Kronzell, Vorträge, Musical-Konzerte und Oratorien Europaweit mit Ehefrau, Freiberuflicher Journalist für Zeitschriften Weltweit, Englisch-Lehrer
• 1968 – 1970: Konzert Tournee Irland mit Gun Kronzell, Mitglied des Ensembles der Grazer Kammeroper, Weltpremiere in Wexford von der Oper „TWELFTH NIGHT“ mit einem Libretto von Herbert Moulton, 6 Schauspiele Stücke geschrieben
• 1960-1964: Erste Dramatische Mezzosopranistin, Opernhaus Bielefeld, Rollen in Opern von Johann und Richard Strauss, Gluck, Mascagni, Wagner, Smetana
• 1964-1968: Erste Dramatische Mezzosopranistin, Staatsoper Hannover, Gastspiele in Augsburg, Regensburg, Essen, Köln, Berlin, Detmold, Recklinghausen, Hamburg, Dortmund, etc. Strahlende Kritiken
• 1966 – 2005: gemeinsame Konzerttätigkeit mit Ehemann Herbert in Schweden, Deutschland, Österreich und U.S.A, Tourneen in Irland und England
• 1970 : Großes Konzert für König Gustav VI Adolf von Schweden
• 1970-1973: Engagement Wiener Volkoper
• 1972-1977: Gesangsprofessorin, Musikhochschule, Oskarshamn, Schweden
• 1974-1978: Gesangsprofessorin, Musikhochschule, Göteborg, Schweden
• 1974-1984: Radio Interviews, Regie „Don Giovanni“ und „Cosi fan tutte“
• 1976-1977: Ulrica in Ein Maskenball, Staatsoper Göteborg, Schweden
• 1978-1984: Freiberufliche Gesangs- und Sprachlehrerin für Privat- und Geschäftsleute, Amateure und Profis, Discjockeys, Lehrer und Kinder
• 1980: Göttin Justitia, „Anbruch der Gerechtigkeit“, Göteborg, Schweden
• 1979-1981: Autorin, Regisseurin und Schauspielerin des Stückes „Es leben die Trolle“, Göteborg, Schweden
• 1983: Kinder Kabarett „Moerötterna i Trollskogen“, Tournee, Schweden
• 1984 – 1998: Staatlich angestellte Ordentliche Gesangsprofessorin für Sologesang, Wiener Musikhochschule, Österreich
• 1985: Wiederaufnahme: „Es leben die Trolle!“, Wien, Österreich
• 1985 – 1998: Saalkonzerte Europaweit, u. A. Deutschland, Schweden, Kroatien, Österreich
• 1985 – 2009: Umfangreiche Konzertante Tätigkeit

His film work includes “Mesmer”, “Dead Flowers”, “Wohin & Zurück”, “Business for Pleasure”, “Desert Lunch” and “Liszt’s Rhapsody”, but his favourite film was probably the all-star extravaganza “Johann Strauss”, directed by Franz Antel.
He starred in the film as the Gypsy Baron – author Yokai, but his work as speech and dialogue coach was probably the most extensive of his career. There were so many dialects present in this haphazard and chaotic big budget film that my father had a hard time teaching everyone to speak high British English. Audrey Landers and Mary Crosby were Americans, Oliver Tobias was British, Heinz Holecek was Austrian and Zsa-Zsa Gabor was Hungarian. Just imagine the mish-mash, trying to accomplish your job as a dialogue-coach.
Zsa-Zsa arrived in 1986 Potsdam and had no idea where she was, being used living and working in Hollywood. Finding out she was playing her age (72) and seeing her wardrobe of grey and brown dresses made her furious. She ripped the wardrobe to pieces and had a whole collection of costumes in pink and red made. When she walked on the set in her new gear, the East-German DEFA-camera-man said: “Oh, s**t. Look: Miss Piggy has arrived!”
My father did his best to tutor her to speak eloquent English. She finally gave up, saying: “Get this awful American man away from me!” Dining with Oliver and Mary (the leading couple of the movie) in a restaurant where Herbert was entertaining them with wild stories about his youth in Chicago was an experience in its’ own right. Zsa-Zsa turned to them and said: “You two are, of course, sleeping with each other!” They said that they were happily married and had no reason in being unfaithful. Zsa-Zsa said that she didn’t understand this, since she never had worked this way herself. The Zsa-Zsa Method? Maybe. Humorous tales come into sight from working with obsessive actors. So it was with Zsa-Zsa, as well. She once told my dad that she resented her famous husband George Sanders killing himself. Not because he did kill himself, but because he didn’t do it in Hollywood like everyone else.
To sum up my views of my father, I can say only that my father was a good buddy I loved. Spending time with was fantastic. We went on bike rides together. We went to Copenhagen together to see operas and ballets, staying at the Astoria and eating Italian food before the show. We wanted to see a James Bond flick with Danish subtitles and asked the Italian waiter where the Colloseum was. He answered “The Colloseum is in Rome!” He was shocked when he found out we wanted to go to the Colloseum Cinema. Only a few minutes into the movie discovered we were in the wrong cinema. We were a bit confused when we saw Terry Thomas dubbed into French. Eventually, we changed entrance and got to see “For Your Eyes Only” in the right place. It was always fun travelling with dad! My mom and dad are now together in heaven.

My father was invincibly proud when I was born. He always spoke of the fact that I had smiled when I was born and not cried. Graz was also a place where he could teach, act and pursue his freelance career. Mum was working a lot. Things were going well.
Once we moved to Vienna in 1972, he started teaching English. He worked for the Austrian Radio and soon became the main producer-speaker-author school radio shows about a wide range of topics: Daphne de Maurier, Edgar Allan Poe, Protest Music, Black People Music, American Work Songs, The American Musical. His extensive work in the English speaking theatres of Vienna continued throughout his life. The collaboration was prolific.
We moved to Gothenburg on 1974 and my father kept on being active as an English speaking actor. Commercials, movies and plays kept on being his forte. Kemp in Joe Orton’s Entertaining Mr. Sloane, the major part in Sweeney Todd, plays by Tennessee Williams and Eugene O’Neill as well as melodramas became part of his resumé. He played a small part in the movie Firefox, opposite Clint Eastwood. He introduced Tomra’s new can recycler to a Swedish 1984 audience. These were all things that characterized his Swedish years. This and countless concerts with my mother were his professional reality.
That year, in 1984, my mother again returned to Vienna. This time, it was real renaissance for my father’s career. Commercials without end made him a familiar face in Vienna: banks like Länderbank, wine areas like Niederösterreich, cheese brands like Schärdinger, music video producers in the vein of Doro, chocolate brands like Milka, magazines like Kronen Zeitung: they all carried Herb Moulton as a familiar face.
My father became famous as the Milka-Tender-Man, making commercials for a delicious brand of chocolate that still exists twenty years later. He was even recognized in the sauna. Imagine the fun the old senior citizens in the local pool had when they told my dad that they saw had seen him on TV yesterday.
Of course, these bookies and bakers thought he was just doing it for fun. Little did they know that this was the end of a glorious career of five decades as an actor. He had made movies with the likes of Zsa-Zsa Gabor, Alan Rickman, Jeroen Krabbé, Mickey Rourke, Audrey Landers, David Warner and Roger Spottiswoode.
Through his work in the English theatre, as an actor as well as a programme author and dramaturgic collaborator, we were invited to all the premiere receptions and got to commune with famous people.
Here, as well as at our regular visits at the Swedish Embassy Recidence, we met Rue MacLanahan, Larry Hagman, Linda Gray, David Carradine, Anthony Quinn, Helmut Zilk, Dagmar Koller, Claudio Abbado, Alois Mock, Erik Eriksson, Esa-Pekka Salonnen, Nicolai Gedda, Kjell Lönnå, Elisbaeth Söderström, Princess Alexandra of Kent, Ricardo Muti, Otto Schenk and Marcel Prawy. My father was always very valiant. He would wander up to the most famous person and chat them up. It has taken me twenty years to achieve that. Not even now do I possess that courage.
My father worked as an actor at the Vienna International and English Theatres, playing major parts in all the classics: A Long Day’s Jouney Into Night, A Moon for the Misbegotten, Animal Farm, Charlie’s Aunt, Harvey, A Christmas Carol, I Can’t Remember Anything and many more. In the last mentioned play, he wore a full plaster cast after a knee operation and trudged back and forth to the theatre every day. Playing an arthritis patient made it easy to hide his full plaster cast. The reviews were excellent: “Herbert Moulton plays the arthritis patient remarkably well.”
Of course, his rendition of Pollonius in Shakespeare’s Hamlet remains the most memorable, full of wit and brilliance. His poetic collaboration of readings, not only with Melinda May and David Cameron – but also with myself, was fertile toward the end of his life. They read poetry and prose by many a famous author and their evenings became popular cultural events. Ezra Pound and Edgar Allan Poe were only two of the many writers we

A funny story concerns my dad arriving with his dog Fred at a friend’s house. He was a welcome guest and only the man of the house knew that he would be there late after his concert.
Fred was hungry and Herb had bought a heart from a local butcher that he could boil for the dog. He had already put on his nightgown, when he walked down the stairs with the heart and a knife and a lit candle in order to fix some supper for his pet.
The wife of the household walked out of her bedroom at that moment just to check the noise and saw Herb walking down the stairs, suspecting a ghostly apparition. My father said: “Calm down, I’m just going to the kitchen to cut up a heart!” The woman screamed. “It’s all right, dear,” he said, “it’s my dog’s.”
The woman ran into her room and wasn’t seen for a week.
His great sponsor during this time was his rich relative Lady Mayer Moulton, an eccentric millionaire. She advised him to do something about his great singing voice. There were marvellous singing teachers in Germany. That’s where he must go, she alleged.
This commenced the next section of his life: life on the continent.
Meeting the famous Gun Kronzell was elation to Herb. He loved opera and soon became her biggest fan. They bought an old Renault that they named Monsieur Hulot, named after the Jacques Tati character. What really grew successful was their musical collaboration. Soon enough, they became Astaire & Rogers and Kelly & Crosby and were rarely seen apart. I grew up attending their concerts. They were marvellous together. That collaboration began in 1966.

The most mysterious of all these stories was one that one my father experienced himself on New Year’s Eve 1963 after a party in the west of Ireland. My father was intoxicated and tired when he took a short cut home across a field. Friends had warned him not to cross these fields. The bushes that grew there were perilous. The locals were very superstitious about this shrubbery. The fairies lived there, they said, and whenever they cut them down the crops died and a great famine struck the land. Important was also not to cross the field, but to walk around it.
Alas, the brave hardy American took the chance.
Somewhere on the field my father lost track of his path and got lost in the snow. He couldn’t find his way back out and started to grow dizzy. He saw lights and chandeliers and people in gala wear and elegant artists performing elegant songs.
He passed out on the field sometime in the middle of the night. It was just pure luck that a relative of his wondered where Herb was and started searching. He was found in the field sometime in the morning the next day.
The epilogue of this tale was that he met a good female friend a couple of months later. She told him that she had seen him in Dublin on her posh New Year’s Eve Party that previous New Year’s Eve. He had wandered in and looked around and not said a thing. It was very strange, because she had tried to talk with him and not succeeded. It was a gala evening and the couples wore gala wear.
That was actually impossible, knowing that he had been on the west coast that evening.
Apparently, his soul had travelled across the country that night by help of the fairies.