09/25/2003 Update: Many people have emailed me to ask how I am, so I thought I'd post a new statement: Life goes on on Ben Avenue, the shock has worn off, but the disbelief lingers. Trevor's house has been rented out to 2 actresses, so the eerie stillness next door is gone.
Some odd occurances happened last month. On three occasions, I heard some strange knocking like someone tapping out a song or rhythm. The first time was on my bedroom window. There was nobody there. Later that day, I checked my eMail and an old message from Trevor (see the eMail pictured above) was in my inbox. I know I deleted it in 2002, because I delete everything I get at my domain (saved mail wastes a lot of space).
A few days later, I heard the same knocking on one of my living room windows, about 15 feet from where I was sitting in my "office area." I looked outside ... again, nobody was there. A few hours later, I was posting some ads at eBay and, for the heck of it, put Trevor's name in the search engine there, and that was how I acquired my first signed (B&W JAG) photo of Trevor. You'll notice, that while it is autographed and has the message of "Best Wishes" on it, it is not made out to an individual, unlike the one my friend, Paul Rudoff, received from Trevor last year.
Things got even weirder about a week after that. This time, the knocking was on the window directly behind my "workstation." Having been through this twice before, I decided to "look for Trevor." That's when I stumbled into an "autographs for sale" website and found the signed Kano photo. Turned out to be the website of the person I got the eBay pic from. This pic also has a lovely message on it, but is not personalized to an individual.
The reason why I find this all so odd (besides the spooky knocking) is because just a couple of days before Trevor's death, I received a beautiful promotional brochure from the El Capitan Theatre announcing PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN's then-future engagement. I asked my roomie, Nora, to take it next door to get Trevor to sign it, but she never got around to it. Days later, he was gone and we kicked ourselves for having never asked for an autograph ... "Trev was going to be our neighbor for years," so we felt we'd have thousands of chances.
I haven't heard any more strange knocking since the photos got here and, as crazy as this sounds, I can't help but feel like it was Trevor's way of saying goodbye to us and making sure we got that autograph we wanted.
I hope that those of you who find my little page and have a photo, or other memory to share, will send it to me. I know there are sites and message boards out there where Trevor's MK and JAG fans do this, but I would like this page to be of a smaller, more personal nature, as we were his friends and neighbors, not his "fans." I hadn't even seen Mortal Kombat until 2 weeks ago and I've never watched a single episode of JAG in my life ... but I'm reading up on the eps!
12/17/2003 Update: The night I originally made this page and posted it, I checked out eBay again and found the autographed, color JAG photo. I think it's just gorgeous.
Last year (or perhaps, early this year) Trevor had rented out his house to a film crew, who was working on a Steve Harvey movie, which at the time was called "If You Were My Girl." It was recently released and is now called "Love Don't Cost A Thing." I found a photo of the cast, on the film's site, standing in Trevor's backyard. Here's the pic, if you're interested in seeing it.
Finally, the media has not forgotten Trev. In edition to a little, yellow-highlighted (Q&A) blurb in TV Guide a few weeks ago, there was a short article about Trevor in the Sunday L.A. Times (PARADE Magazine) on 12/14/2003. You can find it in their archives or you can view the copy I made of it here. I'll probably scan the TV Guide blurb soon and post it, too.
Thanks for keeping Trev in your thoughts,
09/10/2004 Update: I almost died earlier this year. Nora and I are starting to wonder if this neighborhood is cursed ...
NF Survivor 2004
Hospitalized 02/22/2004 - 04/03/2004
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PS. The actresses moved out of Trev's house and a nice family moved in. Before they moved, we could hear one of them totally flipping out, yelling stuff like "I can't take it anymore." We're wondering if they, like us, were being attacked by spiders. These spiders make the most awful wounds when they bite -- I had one when I was hospitalized and the docs all said they never saw a bite so bad!