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DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF STEVE MCQUEEN!

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"BULLITT MOVIE TRAILER (1968)"-The plot gets thick, but this is still one of the best cop movies ever. Steve McQueen is still the coolest badass that ever lived. Period. Produced by Philip D'Antoni, who would bring us The French Connection and The Seven-Ups.












This is probaby the most famous chase scene in movie history. side note, he did most of his own stunt driving in the scene.
















THE GREAT ESCAPE MOTORCYCLE CLIP!






THE THOMAS CROWN AFFAIR TRAILER!






WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND MOVIE CLIP!




THE CINCINNATI KID-THE FINAL HAND SCENE!













HELL IS FOR HEROES (1962)-THE FINAL BATTLE CLIP!











THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN TRIBUTE!











BARBARA MINTY MCQUEEN DISCUSSES HER HUSBAND ON THE LETTERMAN SHOW (2007)














THE GETAWAY:THE LANDFILL SCENE!











STEVE MCQUEEN TRIBUTE!












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Steve McQueen has been described as an angry young man, Mr. Cool, a bit mysterious, and sometimes having a mean streak. But all of his fans know there was only one Steve McQueen. Born on March 24, 1930 in Beech Grove, Indiana. This small town boy with poor education never knew his father.
McQueen's father left when he was only six months old. Later, while still a young boy, his mother left him so he had to move in with his uncle on a farm in Missouri. He lived here until he was twelve years old when he left Missouri to move in with his mother in Los Angeles.
Here he started hanging out with gangs and got into some trouble. His mother sent him to the Boys Republic, a home for boys in California. McQueen tried to run away but was caught. Later he gave credit to the Boys Republic for getting his life in order.
He didn't forget how the school had helped him and after becoming a famous movie star he still visited the school often. In 1962 he set up a four-year scholarship for the best student. In his will he left $200,000 to the school. A building was dedicated in his honor and named the Steve McQueen Recreation Center.
After leaving the Boys Republic, McQueen joined the Marines. When he got out he went to New York and worked on a ship. Later he moved on to Texas and worked in oil fields. Having tumbleweed fever he moved on again to Canada and worked as a lumberjack. He went back to New York and worked at odd jobs and took up with an actress who encouraged him to go for an acting career.
He got accepted in the New York acting school. He attended school in the day and worked at night driving a truck. Later he landed a scholarship at Herbert-Bergoff Drama School. Soon he was on Broadway and it was here he met Neile Adams. They fell in love, got married and moved to California. They had two children together, Chad and Terry.
In California, he got parts in low budget films and soon landed the main character in a TV series called, Wanted: Dead or Alive. From there he was on his way to stardom. He was known to hang out at the Whiskey a-go-go and fashioned himself in a lifestyle of drugs and women.
McQueen is known as the highest paid movie star of the sixties and seventies. He is also known as one of the best actors in film history and his films are considered classics. Some of his greatest films are The Great Escape, The Sand Pebbles (Academy award nomination), Bullitt (exciting car chase), The Getaway, Papillon, and many others.
During the making of the film, Lemans, McQueen was under a great deal of stress afraid it wouldn't be a success. This film was important to him because he loved car racing. It didn't go over the way he had planned. The film went over budget and was taken away from McQueen. He was crushed.
While filming The Getaway he fell in love with his co-star, Ali MacGraw. McQueen and his wife of 15 years split and he and MacGraw married. He began making commercials for Honda. Now, he dabbled deeper into the world of drugs, friends say often doing cocaine.
His hair grew long, his beard unkempt and he looked more like a wildman than Steve McQueen. Some say he was known to have women in his trailer while making films, and that he was traveling on a dark path. Soon he and Ali were divorced.
Later on he mellowed out and decided to become a pilot like his father. He met a model named Barbara Minty and they married. Then, he found out he had lung cancer, and with only two months to live he and his wife went to Mexico for treatment.
Here at a Mexican clinic, he underwent an agonizing three-month regimen of animal cell injections, and was taking over 100 vitamins a day. Still, his body continued to weaken. He had surgery to remove an abdominal tumor and soon after that is was all over for the celebrated actor who had been known as "Mr.Cool."
McQueen died on November 7, 1980 at age 50. An open Bible lay across his chest and Steve McQueen lay in death with a smile on his face. His daughter, Terry McQueen died March 19, 1998 at age 38 after complications from a liver transplant. As time goes by, Steve McQueen gathers more fans in death than he did in life.

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE CLIP #1







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WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE CLIP #3









STEVE MCQUEEN MUSTANG COMMERCIAL!









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The
Eyes are Watching Me

I bought a new
house in the small town of Winthrop. The house was cheap,
but the most important part was that I needed to get away from the
city. A few months ago, I had a run-in with a stalker. While I had
managed to get him arrested, I couldn't shake the feeling of eyes just
constantly watching me. I felt like there were eyes everywhere, at home
and on the street, so I decided to move out into the country to
somewhere with less people, just for peace of mind.The house itself was
big and somewhat old, but otherwise very welcoming. The agent who
introduced me to the house had been required to mention that a serial
killer had lived here in the past, which was why the house was so cheap.
However, he, and later, my next door neighbor Sarah, both told me to
pay the thought no mind. Four other owners had lived in the house since
then, and all of them were very happy with it.I loved the house. Its
interior furnishings were beautiful and very comfortable. The people of
Winthrop were friendly, often bringing over freshly baked pastries or
inviting me over for dinner. "Get-togethers," they said, "were the key
to making sure everyone who lived in Winthrop loved it there."Yet after a
week, I stopped "loving it." The feeling of someone watching returned,
worse than before. I tried to ignore it, but soon I started losing
sleep. Giant bags grew under my eyes and I began yawning almost as much
as I breathed. Sarah was kind enough to let me stay in her house for a
few nights.It was during this time that I heard the legend of Forrest
Carter, the serial killer who had lived in my house. While no one knows
his exact kill count, Carter, also known as the Winthrop Peacock, was a
man with extremely severe case of narcissism. Legends say that he
couldn't fall asleep if he didn't feel like he was being watched. He was
finally arrested for putting up a scarecrow to watch him during the
night. Only it wasn't a scarecrow. Carter had murdered a 17 year old
girl, just so her corpse could stare at him.The story gave me shivers,
and after I went home, I felt like there were hundreds of pairs of eyes
just watching me no matter how I turned.Today, however, was the first
day that I acted out. I was cooking breakfast, when I felt the eyes.
Instinctively, out of fear, I threw my kitchen knife, which lodged
itself into the wall. As I pulled it out, I found myself staring at a
pair of eyes, pickling in formaldehyde.I've been watching the police
peel away the drywall of my house for hours now. So far, they've found
142 pairs of eyes in little glass jars. The scariest thing is, each and
every one was staring at me.



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Enjoy your day~Hugs Lorribelle54



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Fifty-Cent
Piece

There is a story told in Troy
and Albany about a couple returning
home from a trip to New England. They were driving home in a carriage,
and were somewhere near Spiegletown when the light failed and they knew
they would have to seek shelter for the night. The husband spied a
light through the trees and turned their horse into a small lane
leading up a hill. A pleasant little house stood at the crest, and an
old man and his wife met the couple at the door. They were in
nightclothes and were obviously about to turn in, but they welcomed the
travelers and offered them a room. The old woman bustled about making
tea and offering freshly-baked cakes. Then the travelers were shown to
their room. The husband wanted to pay the old couple for their lodgings,
but the old lady shook her head and the old man refused any payment for
such a small service to their fellow New Yorkers. The travelers
awoke early and tiptoed out of the house, leaving a shiny fifty-cent
coin in the center of the kitchen table where the old couple could not
miss it. The husband hitched up the horse and they went a few miles
before they broke their fast at a little restaurant in Spiegletown. The
husband mention the nice old couple to the owner of the restaurant and
the man turned pale. "Where did you say that house was?" he asked. The
husband described the location in detail. "You
must be mistaken," said the restaurant owner. "That house was destroyed
three years ago by a fire that killed the Brown family." "I don't
believe it," the husband said flatly. "Mr. and Mrs. Brown were alive and
well last night." After
debating for a few more minutes, the couple and the restaurant owner
drove the carriage back out of town towards the old Brown place. They
turned into the lane, which was overgrown with weeds, and climbed the
hill to the crest. There they found a burned out shell of a house that
had obviously not sheltered anyone for a long time. "I must have
missed the track," said the husband. And then his wife gave a terrified
scream and fainted into his arms. As he caught her, the husband looked
into the ruin and saw a burnt table with a shiny fifty-cent piece lying
in the center.



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end dear friend...



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10/16/2018 21:33:18



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The
Accident

It was one a.m. and Guy
Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn't
moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing
over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry
and accelerated. An orange blur came from his right, and in a split
second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his
hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he
panicked, stepping on the gas and screeching away from the chaos into
the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he
got home.Why did you run, you idiot? He'd never committed a crime before
this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone,
his family gone, his future gone.Why not just go to the police right
now? You can afford a lawyer.Then someone tapped on the front door and
his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me. There was
nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters
worse. His body trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A
police officer stood under the porch light."Mr. Halverson?" asked the
grim officer.He let out a defeated sigh. "Yes. Let me —"I am terribly
sorry, but I'm afraid I have some bad news. Your son's bike was struck
by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I'm very
sorry for your loss.



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A
bit of a twisted tale tonight...Be careful out there on your end
friend...



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