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August 25, 1999 According to the Associated Press 11/05/88, Dean Sche- Jr, removed a living patient from a nursing home instead of her dead roommate. Sche- served as funeral director at the Sinai Chapels in Fresh Meadows, Queens, New York. The Health Department report investigated complaints that Sche- removed Mary Krueger from the Bridge View Nursing Home in the Whitestone section of Queens after her roommate, Rebecca Strom, 90, died on the night of Aug. 10. Krueger, who was sleeping when the mortician arrived, awoke while being transported. From Candace Bushnell's "Darren Does Gotham" shill piece in the September 1995 issue of Vogue: Belying his guy-down-the-block appearance, he [Darren] adds, "I'm an extremely jaded person. It takes a lot to shock me." Out from the protective wing (and shadow) of former mentor Spelling, Star is no longer a consultant on his shows, and CPW [Central Park West] is his alone. "The fact that I have that much more control allows me to put that much more of myself into it," he says. "I definitely feel that my shows are all distinct expressions of my sensibility and nobody's else's, period." 90210 was a gloss on Star's high school experiences growing up in Potomac, Marcland, where he used to have all-school parties in a huge rec room in his parents' basement. He grew up in upper-middle class affluence: His father is an orthodontist; his mother used to write for The Washington Post and is now a dealer in twentieth century decorative art objects. Darren was always an outgoing kid with lots of friends... Melrose Place was loosely based on Star's early years in Los Angeles, when he was just out of UCLA and working as a waiter while writing scripts on the side. When he quit, he says, "I told everyone I was producing a play on Broadway. I don't know why. It was a total lie." From Matthew Tyrnauer's baloney-filled piece in the May 1995 Vanity Fair. Star a movie-crazed youth trapped 3,000 miles away from Hollywood in a large brick house on Halter Court in the Camatop neighborhood of Potomac. His father, Milton Star, is an orthodontist. Debra Star is a freelance writer, and the mother of three children. Darren, the eldest, says he was always "insane about movies." Everybody in the family agrees. "Movies were very real to me as a child," says Star, who spent time as a teenager working as a movie-theater usher at a mall in White Flint, Maryland. "I must have seen The Other Side of Midnight about 36 times. Growing up, so many of my memories are of what movies I saw Star... It was my fantasy to live in Los Angeles. I remember in the sixth grade when this girl I knew in school who had moved from L.A. to Potomac... Darren's brother, Marc Star, who works as a production assistant on the Melrose set (and, in his spare time, is lead singer o fthe band Thunderf---) remembers that when his older brother was in high school he "made super-8 movies starring members of the family. In one, our aunt and uncle were in some kind of James Bond-like adventure and drove off in a Corvette Sting Ray... Winston Churchill High School in Potomac, "while not Beverly Hills High influenced Beverly Hills 90210," Star says. Marc Star concurs: "We definitely grew up with a bunch of rich, snooty kids," he says. "There were definitely a lot of nice cars and elitist behavior..." 9/1/99 Recovering [?] narcophile Darren Star comes up for air at www.nerve.com to make an appearance in a behind-the-scenes “Sex and The City” reader-service item infelicitously entitled, “How to Survive a Sex Scene.” Are you a Star-f---er? Then this survival guide is for you! Star
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Star Darren's younger brother Marc just before he punched me. Story here. September 12, 1999 By Krash Slightly more than 35 years ago, in a case that was widely interpreted as the dawn of a new urban amorality, a young woman named Catherine (Kitty) Genovese was stabbed repeatedly and ultimately fatally outside her Queens, NY, apartment...as dozens of her neighbors watched. It was a half-hour before police received the first report--and by this time Kitty Genovese’s attacker had returned to the scene not once but twice to finish the wounded woman off. Three decades and eight months later, in a structurally similar scenario, a 19-year-old ingenue named Leigh Zurmuhlen was spirited out of Manhattan’s trendiest nightspot, Bowery Bar, by Gotham’s celebrity-of-the-moment, Darren Star--who then plied her with narcotics in a Central Park West hotel room until she died. A dozen or more New York City newspaper writers played blind, deaf and dumb as Darren Star made his getaway to Hawaii. It would be more than two weeks after Leigh Zermuhlen’s body was found alone in Room 1610 of The Mayflower Hotel before any of the reporters known here for brevity’s sake as “The Gang That Couldn’t Write Straight” even mentioned it--although the death was noted immediately in The Staten Island Advance...and the toxicology report followed on the AP wire a week later. And in contradistinction to the Kitty Genovese case--in which the killer was apprehended and imprisoned--Leigh Zurmuhlen’s intimate assailant remains at large. Also in the compare-and-contrast modality: “Two men accused of allowing a friend to die of a drug overdose,” reported the New York Times last month, "have been charged with manslaughter.” Equal justice under the law? Not on Central Park West. “Sex in the City”? Not for Leigh Zurmulen--at least not any more. And Darren Star? With the Emmys only hours away--and his HBO “comedy” up for an award--these words from “Sex and the City” creator Candace Bushnell [in New York mag, dated February 10, 1997]--words filtered by Bushnell through her knowledge of Darren Star’s crime[s] 18 months previous--emit an eerie resonance: “The people I write about, this certain slice of New York, I have this theory that everyone I know is becoming a Cyborg. That’s what I really want to write about, Cyborgs...superhuman man. Cyborgs are the next evolutionary step in Homo sapiens. We have Homo sapiens, and then we have Cyborgs. We have already replaced the heart, and Cyborgs are probably less emotionally needy. My theory is that they need to eat less food. And they can survive on drugs, which is the way of the future--eating vitamins and alcohol and drugs.” 9/22/99 Krash reporting for Luke F-rd Wire Services, Ltd.: Dateline: Beverly Hills. September 12, 1999. Emmy night! Caught by Daily Variety’s photog: Three of the four “Sex and the City” gamines, their faces flash-frozen with expressions less evocative of a swank Tinseltown bash than of being goosed with a cold proctoscope. “Sarah Jessica Parker has some sexy news for Kristin Davis and Kim Cattrall at HBO’s Emmy party on Sunday night at Spago BevHills,” snickered Daily Variety’s caption when the pic ran on September 14. And what might this “sexy secret” have been? Two days after Variety ran its snarky repudiation of the Darren Star news blackout --orchestrated over a span of almost four years by “reporters” at the New York Daily News, Post and Observer-- Sex and the City flacks returned fire with a lavish take-out in Daily Variety, dated September 17 and headlined “Women Love ‘Sex’”, anchored by a full-page HBO ad and announcing that Darren Star’s enigmatically described “dramedy” [sic] had been awarded Women in Film’s “prestigious Lucy Award,” named for the late, great comedienne Lucille Ball, who has mercifully been spared having to see her name used to whitewash and creme-rinse a possible homicide. “We are a womens’ show,” kvelled one castmember in the Daily Variety “report”, which took “Sex and its City” at is word with the premise that “this is the way women talk to one another.” Gushed actress Cynthia Nixon, “We’re showing that women sometimes use sex as path to get to something else....” ..like Darren Star’s hotel room? Like the Medical Examiner’s autopsy table? Apparently Women in Film have not yet heard the “sexy secret.” Elusive, ever-quotable Darren Star himself made a rare appearance on Variety’s page to reminisce how, “I wanted to do a show that reflected the way people actually spoke.” Illustrating these memories was a recent photo of the twisted sitcom’s producer, who appears to have taken on some poundage since the days when Vanity Fair, dated May 1995, described Star as “buff.” It was in his later puff period, when Star was still riding high--too high, apparently--that he admitted to “Sex and the City” originator Candace Bushnell in Vogue, dated September 1996, “I’m an extremely jaded person.” Just how jaded is no secret to readers of l-keford.com’s continuing investigation--but the socio-culturally insulated cast members of Darren Star’s Emmy-losing product would ultimately prove the most ironic victims of the informational . overkill and underkill that misled public and media alike: They would not discover the truth about Star’s narcotics misadventure until zero hour...when their reaction to the “sexy secret” would be caught by Variety’s lens for all showbiz to see. Stay tuned for more necropolitan life....when Reckless Endangerment 90210 returns. Only at l-keford.com. 9/29/99 Money talks, Darren Star walks, right? Guess again. According to Daily Variety, dated September 23, Darren Star’s “Sex and the City” has been renewed by HBO for another season of scandal-infused “dramedy”! Since “the cabler finds it difficult to get veteran executive producer-writers” to work for less than they can make on network TV, the virtually unemployable “Sex and the City” conceptor---black-balled by the networks and hardly in a position to take his business elsewhere---offers a bargain-debasement source of content in HBO’s strategy of “building up repeat episodes for endless recycling on its cluster of multiplexed networks.” Moreover, HBO “controls the back end” of scandal-suffused “Sex and the City”, so whichever course the continuing Darren Star revelations take, the cabler stands to profit. Towards this free-marketeering end, Variety notes, “HBO will greenlight at least 16 new half-hours of ‘Sex and the City’”---meaning that in the year to come, many cable viewers can look forward to spending the equivalent of a workday steeped like neuro-chemical teabags in the roiling waters of Darren Star’s troubled and contractually enslaved psyche...as he refracts HBO’s “dramedy” through the hovering shadow of Leigh Zurmuhlen, dead at 19 of Darren Star-related causes. “I definitely feel that my shows are all distinct expressions of my sensibility and no one else, period,” asserted Star, categorically, in Vogue, dated September 1995. Darren Star’s distinctly expressed sensibility----as it unfolded in the months directly prior to his hanging a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the doorknob outside Room 1610 at The Mayflower Hotel on Central Park West---- was further assayed in the same Candace Bushnell-written story that would cost her then-boyfriend, Vogue publisher Ron Galotti a/k/a “Mr. Big”, his job: “...The Vault [S&M club] is just one of countless New York locations that Star is scouting [for his doomed series “Central Park West”]... Star walks over to a metal swing that looks like a medieval object of torture . ‘We have to have somebody swinging on this during the party scene,’ he says...” It was at approximately this point that the Darren Star mystique, so tightly wound and so painstakingly manufactured since 1990, began to unravel...offering the first public glimpses of a world-class sociopath capable of navigating the conflict-of-interest-infused “Sex and the City” deal while simultaneously bearing the guilt that comes of fleeing a fatal crime scene. “Darren Star’s success story is the wet dream of every young person on the make in Hollywood," an anonymous insider told Vanity Fair, dated May 1995. And it was in much this masturbatory spirt that Star’s troubled sibling, “Marc Star,” would further compromise syntho-“Darren”----by assaulting cyber-journo Luke F-rd at a porno-industry convention last summer. Clearly this was not the same Marc Star who practiced dentistry near the D.C.-area town where “Darren”----supposed offspring of D.C.-area orthodontist Milton Star----grew up, according to the official bio that’s been circulating since the earliest days of “Beverly Hills 90210." Rather, the “Marc Star” who fisted Luke F-rd at the AVN Expo was a former “Melrose Place” production assistant, failed musician and regular attendee at “adult” entertainment gatherings---- who had achieved stature in the pornography industry as a photographer on X-rated video sets, a contributor to at least one subliterate porn-video “review” mag, and a known associate of the drugged-out porno gadfly known as “Kid Vegas.” The slow-learning smutster known to the world, or at least the San Fernando Valley, as “Marc Star” is in fact Charles -- son of defrocked Long Island mortician Dean Sche- Sr. According to “Star-Struck,” a segment on the syndicated TV program “Inside Edition,” dated November 20, 1995----the dead blond at The Mayflower Hotel on Central Park West had been dumped there by one Sche-. Appearing on the program, presumably for money, was Phillip Messing, the New York Post crime reporter who not only shelved his paper’s story for three weeks following the body’s discovery, but also promulgated the myth of Dean G.Sche- as “small time” Hollywood producer as well as spelling the dead girl's name wrong. In point of fact, the only Sche- “productions”---- occasionally tagged to a Sche- or D.G.S. Entertainment----is the skein of frivolous lawsuits stretching from New York City to Van Nuys, and traceable to a dizzying succession of California addresses and mail drops. In a recent phone interview with Mr. and Mrs. Sche-, Sr., occasional l-keford.com contributor Krash was told, perhaps too correctly, that both their sons, Dean, Jr. and Charles, were in California. They had no comment regarding the younger Dean’s involvement in The Mayflower Hotel overdose. Family members of the late Leigh Zurmuhlen, interviewed by Krash, still want to know how a “small time” producer could skip town so easily in the wake of a their relative Leigh’s fatality. Moreover, the late drama student’s cousins want to know why Leigh was disparaged on “Inside Edition” as a Staten Island party-girl when in fact she was a lifelong upstate resident who had only moved to New York City eight months before she met “Sche-” at Bowery Bar, the same celebrity hotspot where Darren Star had recently celebrated his 33rd birthday. According to Zurmuhlen’s upstate relatives, the beautiful young decedant’s hometown friends were dispersed to colleges nationwide when the “Inside Edition” story----based mainly on Phillip Messing’s sophmorically flawed reportage----aired. Moreover, Leigh’s sister had died accidently some time just prior to Leigh’s own untimely death----so her father, since deceased, whom no Gotham media ever contacted, was too grief-stricken to return the media’s fire. Who would have listened, anyway? The fix was in. In the fall of 1995, nothing would prove too Munchausian when it came to the man who wowed Gotham with such utterances as “Raquel Welch is the Heather Locklear of her generation.” And when Darren Star teetered dangerously close to being exposed as the Fatty Arbuckle of the TV generation, Gotham’s press corps----”The Gang That Couldn’t Write Straight”------quickly stepped in to defame and trivialize the naked teenager he left at room temperature sixteen floors above Central Park West. When Reckless Endangerment 20210 continues: Darren Star turns in Bowery Bar’s drug dealers to save his own ass! From The New York Times November 15, 1995 From her mother's home on Staten Island, on a ridge overlooking New York Harbor, Leigh Ryan Zurmuhlen dreamed of living one of those bright, glamorous lives she had seen in the movies. Miss Zurmuhlen, 19, studied acting and writing at several schools and had dyed her hair that flashy shade of blond worn by the uncounted aspiring ingenues of her age. She considered the late actor River Phoenix her soul mate and, against her mother's wishes, Miss Zurmuhlen had begun to troll New York's downtown club scene, hoping for an agent or director to "discover" her. But Miss Zurmuhlen's hopes ended abruptly last month, when she was found dead, presumably by overdose, in a midtown hotel room that had been rented by a struggling Hollywood producer. The Medical Examiner's office is still completing toxicology tests. But the police say they believe that she suffered an overdose and that it is unlikely anyone will be charged in her death. The police say they have asked the producer to get in touch with investigators when he returns to New York after a trip to Hawaii. Miss Zurmuhlen's mother, Kathleen Ryan, said she was anxious to know what kind of drugs killed her daughter, how she obtained them and why she was left alone in a hotel room if she was dangerously intoxicated. "I want to know why he didn't call 911, a policeman, an ambulance or even a taxi?" she said. "Why did he just leave, and why doesn't he come back now and answer questions?" Miss Zurmuhlen spent her early childhood on Staten Island and her high school years upstate in Saratoga Springs, but she always considered herself destined for some larger stage. She was one of those sensitive, artistic children, her mother said, who showed an aptitude for writing and acting and visual arts. Ms. Ryan's home in Staten Island's comfortable Tompkinsville neighborhood is still decorated with Miss Zurmuhlen's framed watercolors and a pastel self-portrait. Miss Zurmuhlen also suffered from depression and the eating disorder bulimia, and had been treated as an inpatient at Four Winds Hospital in Katonah, N.Y., her mother said. After graduating from Saratoga Springs High School, Miss Zurmuhlen spent a semester at a Los Angeles fine arts school and took time out to visit the Viper Club -- where Mr. Phoenix went dancing the night he died of an overdose. But when Ms. Ryan moved back to Staten Island, Miss Zurmuhlen decided to return home, live with her mother and their adopted cat Ollie and continue her studies in New York. At the New School for Social Research in Manhattan, where Miss Zurmuhlen studied acting and writing in the adult education program, her artistic temperament was easy to spot, an instructor said. Miss Zurmuhlen took a course in death and dying this fall to help understand her stepsister's death in a 1990 car accident. And while most adult education students are consumed by their full-time careers, Miss Zurmuhlen still dressed like a college student and exuded the buoyant, inquisitive energy of youth. "Her look was kind of like early Madonna," said the instructor, who spoke on the condition that his name not be published. "She was a very sweet girl, who was still searching for herself. She always had questions, always, and a lot of them were very deep questions." Miss Zuhrmuhlen found a job as a waitress at the Liberty Cafe in the South Street Seaport, he mother said, and began socializing at the Bowery Bar. The flash of Manhattan left her dazzled, and Miss Zurmuhlen applied for a job at the bar. "She was meeting some very interesting people there," Ms. Ryan said. "She told me once she met an architect from Italy. One night, she told me she shook the hand of Donald Trump." Ms. Ryan said she was confident her daughter could handle the temptations of New York night life because she was unusually mature and rarely drank. Miss Zurmuhlen admitted briefly experimenting with cocaine last summer, but assured her mother that she had stopped using the drug in early fall. Ms. Ryan said she trusted her daughter and did not nag her about the drug use. "She was 19; they don't like to be overly questioned," said Ms. Ryan, 51, a real estate broker. "She was always thinking I was insulting her intelligence when I told her to be careful." On the evening of Oct. 24, when Miss Zurmuhlen left home for the last time, she told her mother: "I'm just going out for a little while. I'll be home early." By 3 A.M., Miss Zurmuhlen had called home to tell her mother she was spending the night in Manhattan because she was too tired to come home. But when Miss Zurmuhlen was not heard from by midnight on Oct. 26, Ms. Ryan filed a missing persons report. Miss Zurmuhlen's nude body was discovered in room 1610 of the Mayflower Hotel a day later. A security guard at the Central Park West establishment had been sent to check on the room because the occupant had failed to check out as scheduled. The police have ruled the death an "investigate DOA," which means there were no apparent signs of foul play. They contacted the producer, who was en route to Hawaii, and asked him to come in for questioning when he returns to New York for business next Tuesday. Until then, Ms. Ryan is left to wonder about her daughter's final hours, even as she is surrounded by the plans they had made for Miss Zurmuhlen's future. The day after Miss Zurmuhlen disappeared, the manager of the Bowery Bar called to ask if she was coming to a job interview. Just last week, Miss Zurmuhlen received a letter from the State University of New York at New Paltz, where she had applied to study acting and writing. "It was a letter of acceptance," Ms. Ryan said, pausing a moment to gain her composure. "It came too late for her to read it." From the Daily News (New York) December 08, 1995 By JOHN MARZULLI A college student found dead in a Central Park West hotel in October died of a drug overdose, the city medical examiner's office said yesterday. Leigh Zurmuhlen, 19, succumbed to a fatal combination of cocaine, heroin and alcohol, said Ellen Borakove, a spokeswoman for the office. Her death has been classified as accidental. Zurmuhlen checked into the Mayflower Hotel on Oct. 25 with a Hollywood television producer she met earlier that night at the downtown Bowery Bar. Her nude body was discovered two days later by hotel security. Detectives tracked down the producer, who returned to New York City for further questioning. He told police he thought Zurmuhlen was asleep when he left the room the next morning and insisted he would have called for help if he knew the woman was ill. A police source said based on the medical examiner's findings, the case is now considered closed. Zurmuhlen, the granddaughter of famed city public works commissioner Frederick Zurmuhlen, was an acting student at the New School for Social Research. Daily News, November 14, 1995 By JOANNA MOLLOY Daily News Columnist Police are investigating the death of a 19-year-old college student whose body was found in an upper West Side hotel after she partied at the trendy Bowery Bar. Leigh Zurmuhlen had checked into the Mayflower Hotel on Central Park West. Police said she was accompanied by a television producer. According to Zurmuhlen's family, the two had met at the exclusive East Village restaurant and bar. Zurmuhlen, an acting student at the New School for Social Research, was the granddaughter of city Public Works Commissioner Frederick Zurmuhlen, who along with Robert Moses engineered the city's 20-year postwar building boom. The television producer has not been charged with a crime and could not be reached for comment. He told cops he had left the room at 6 a.m. on Oct. 25, thinking Zurmuhlen was asleep, a police source said. Hotel security personnel entered the room when the Do Not Disturb sign remained on the doorknob two days later. They found Zurmuhlen's unclothed body on the bed, said the hotel manager. Police have questioned the producer by phone and requested that he return to New York from California for further questioning. The chief medical examiner is awaiting toxicology results. The woman's mother, Kathleen Ryan, said she became concerned this summer when her daughter began frequenting the Bowery Bar, a virtual clubhouse for trendy scene makers. "She was caught up with seeing the celebrities. She'd say, 'Mom, I met Leonardo DiCaprio' or "I met Laurence Fishburne.' " Days before her daughter's death, Ryan accompanied her to the Bowery Bar. "I wanted to see what was going on," said Ryan. "I couldn't believe it the bartender served her a drink. I asked her not to go there anymore." Bowery Bar partner Howard Schaffer said, "People aged 16 and over are allowed to come into the restaurant. As for her getting served at the bar, I don't know what happened." 2/21/00 Pimp writes Luke: Ok here's the real reason I wrote you today. I read a story on a webmaster hangout site called OntheRopes.com and the name in the lawsuit rang a bell with me. I had seen the name on your website, so I surfed over and searched your site. Sche- Jr, the guy who slapped you in public and the brother of Darren Starr right? Seems he has his own adult website operation and was stealing photo content from the newsgroups and publishing them on his paysite. Steve Easton from APics, the industry group that defends photographers copyrights on the Net sued him.Sche- lost and the judge awarded Easton over a hundred grand. Here's the whole story, I don't know if you have previously published this story or not, i couldnt find it on your site. LA Court Slams Decoder Site UseNet Decoder site gets hammered in LA court, Steve Easton from APIC who fights illegal content sites won a crushing victory... VICTORY IN RIGHT OF PUBLICITY CASE; COURT HITS LOS ANGELES USENET DECODER FOR $112,500. IN DAMAGES Cyber thieves suffered another blow, as Los Angeles lawyer David Amkraut obtained a damages award of $112,500. against a Usenet Decoder pirate website. In EASTON v. INTERNET DATA INC., et.al., the Plaintiff sued in Los Angeles Superior Court, Plaintiff Steve Easton charged that the defendants, who operated a Usenet Decoder website under the name smutweb.com had used without permission over 100 photographs whose use rights were owned by the Plaintiff. (Models shown in photographs had assigned all rights to producer for payment). The defendants used software to troll the Usenet, extracting the exact images and copying or transferring them to their website, which was strictly for commercial gain by selling access to these images and alike. Mr. Easton sued under California's right of publicity statute, which bars the commercial use of a persons image without prior consent, and allows recovery of $750 per misuse or actual damages, plus attorney s fees and costs. Defendants were Internet Data Inc., DGS Entertainment Inc., (which controlled Internet data), and Dean Gill Sche- Jr., who controlled DGS Entertainment Inc. After extensive discovery, the Court granted Plaintiff s motion for summary judgment. Mr. Easton was awarded damages of $112,500 against all three defendants. He was also given permission to apply for attorney s fees. The Court found that the conduct of each of the defendants was knowing, oppressive, fraudulent, and malicious, was in conscious disregard of the Plaintiff s rights, and caused willful and malicious injury to the Plaintiff and his property. This was a crushing victory , said Plaintiff s attorney David L. Amkraut. We won on every issue. Luke: I did a whois search on smutweb.com: Registrant: Internet Data Inc. (SMUTWEB-DOM), Contact: Gill, Dean (DG3724) Jobybrown@AOL.COM Internet Data Inc. P.O. Box 6986 Burbank, CA 91510 (818)559-7073 Luke: Here is the AOL profile for "jobybrown" From The New York Times, July 2, 2000 By Bernard Weinraub: It is both a Hollywood legend and a fact that the people who create glamorous films and television shows are often not especially glamorous. Take the case of Daren: the son of an orthodontist from Potomac, Md., a boy who used his bar mitzvah money to buy a subscription to Variety, a quiet, friendly and modest 38-year old writer and producer who eschews fancy clothes, clubs and trappings and somehow seems unlikely to have been involved in the hugely successful and unmistakably flashy shows "Beverly Hills 90210" and "Melrose Place," as well as HBO's acclaimed "Sex and the City." Growing up in Potomac, a suburb of Washington, Mr. Star was taking screenwriting courses at American University while still in high school. At the University of Southern California and U.C.L.A., he majored in creative writing. After graduation, he worked as a waiter at a Hamburger Hamlet and as an assitant to a publicist. At 24, he sold his first screenplay, "Doin' Time on Planet Earth." The movie quickly disappeared. At the time, he was living in an apartment complex in West Hollywood (the inspiration for "Melrose Place"), and his unproduced screenplays soon won him a reputation as someone who could write dialogue for teenagers. From The New York Times October 27, 1985: IT SOUNDS like a Halloween scare story, but some local people say bodies may be missing from an old graveyard owned by the City of Glen Cove. Only a profusion of wood violets and rusty remnants of an iron fence now mark the graveyard, Craft Cemetery, which lies east of Kemp Avenue beside a dirt track in woods where youths race motorbikes. But on a sunny day in 1965 something odd happened. Some people ''came in with one box, excavated four graves and threw the remains in the box and left,'' said Vincent Dioguardi, who lives near the cemetery. He recalled that the events marred a Saturday morning Easter egg hunt for a group of children. The funeral director in charge of the exhumations, Sche-, recalled last week that ''we found four disturbed graves'' east of where his crew had dug. ''We took the Payloader and filled in the open graves,'' which were excavated to three or four feet below the ground, MrSche-. said.
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