I asked the Crusty Captain––Politely––If I Could Fly the Fully Loaded Boeing 727 and He Looked at My Bow Tie and Assumed I Was a Harmless & Proper Gentleman!
NEW YORK, NEW YORK, USA, August 31, 2020 /EINPresswire.com/ — Jake McGuire, who already has ten books in print is finishing up his colorful memoirs entitled, ‘Out of Line • The Adventures of a Wayward Photographer,’ is looking for a publisher and movie house.
But he warns ALL WHO HAVE A FEAR OF FLYING, including editors, publishers and Hollywood producers to call their therapists before even reading this press release.
McGuire, who has spent his lifetime on jaw-dropping, eye-opening adventures says, “I’ve traveled to, lived in or had to flee from more than 30 countries.”
His mantra of ‘thinking big’ and ‘being daring’ has landed him, amongst other feats; talking his way into the cockpit and flying the commercial jet, finessing his way into the Oval Office for a visit with a President of the United States, and managing to join the Amir of Bahrain in his Royal Palace for tea, whereupon McGuire was showered with gifts of diamonds and gold before he left the Oil Sheikhdom.
“My memoirs are by a photographer, about a photographer, so the stories are extremely visual,” he says, “so they easily translate into an entertaining motion picture, or a fun Broadway performance.”
“I have entertaining adventures that Bill Gates and Jeff Bezos can’t match!” He says, “They have more money but I live a richer life!”
McGuire, who is no stranger to “Out of Line” techniques–as his book title says–thought he’d go big and pitch his book to Hollywood. He got the idea from his sister in North Carolina who said, “I’ll pray to the Patron Saint of Movie Rights!” They both laughed, remembering their childhood school days where the nuns had a Patron Saint for everything and everyone.
When the name George Clooney, came up they agreed the angelic-looking Clooney might make a great Patron Saint!
So, enter George Clooney! Not only Clooney number one…..but also number two, and number three!
“When my initial pitch to Clooney went out on the EIN, PR Newswire, it got a lot of media play,” he says, “but I never really expected to hear from George Clooney. So when I heard from three of them all claiming THEY were the real George Clooney, my head spun around in a 360 like the girl in “The Exorcist.”
First, a little background on McGuire’s “Out of Line” memoirs: From working on the staff of a weekly newspaper to becoming one of America’s most published photographers, McGuire’s book reveals how he ditched his disheveled looks, switched to dapper, acted daring, and then watched his life blossom into a Hollywoodesque series of entertaining globe trotting adventures.
McGuire has been a newspaper photographer, photo editor, reporter, food and travel writer, chef, restaurant critic, and an admitted mischief-maker. He now has ten coffee-table books in print. He is always on the move searching for good food, fine wine, and delicious adventures all woven together.
McGuire’s gourmet adventures include how an upperclass, noble-woman living in Paris took him to Marseille to see which restaurant had the best Bouillabaisse. “We had so many versions, that after a week I was growing barnacles,” he laughs, ” and she was kind enough to pick up the the entire tab including the high speed TVG Train to Marseille!”
McGuire’s calls from the three Clooney’s came interspersed with him receiving his usual dozens of daily robo-calls, junk call, sales calls, and prank calls––of which, while he is promoting his book––he is hesitant to ignore, THE POSSIBLE BIG ONE.
“I’m hopeful the real Clooney might want to take my book off the movie market place before someone else does,” says McGuire, “and, Clooney has that terrific twinkle in his eye to produce, direct and star in a fast paced film about an, ‘Out of Line,’ character.”
Clooney phone caller number one was fairly convincing, he says, but turned out to be an old schoolmate, “who was just messing with me.”
“In a movie, Clooney would make a better me, than me,” says the wayward McGuire with a chuckle. “And, I’d love to a bit part in it, where I’m sitting next to Clooney at a venerable old DC bar like the Old Ebbitt Grill.”
“McGuire is edgy, nutty, romantic…nimble in his walk and talk…spreading mischievous wisdom around,” says fellow book author and DC area Professor, Anita Nahal.
“Clooney caller number two, sounded like a gentleman from Mumbia,” says McGuire, who was about to hang up on the fellow, “But what if he were a film producer from Bollywood?” McGuire didn’t want to miss an opportunity so he listened for a while, but eventually said good-by when the pitch for yoga classes with Oprah came up.
“Clooney number three had a Russian accent,” says McGuire, But with the man’s Russian accent I didn’t think it was the real George Clooney, so I hung up on him.”
On second thought, McGuire now wonders if Clooney number three wasn’t the real Clooney, clowning around with a theatrically savvy Slavic accent. “Oh well, there goes my movie––so far–– down the drain, boo hoo!”
In addition to his adventures of chumming it up with heads of state, his truly sky-high–adventure of flying the commercial jet had McGuire saying, “If the passengers knew I was flying the plane they would have said, ‘Let’s Roll’ and would have tossed me out over Spartanburg, South Carolina.”
And, McGuire admits he has no pilot’s license, and having to hang up on the final imposter, McGuire has no Clooney. Yet..he is hopeful!
Washington Post writer, Monica Hesse, who penned a lengthy feature on McGuire in August of 2010, wrote, “McGuire is looking like he should be holding a mint julep, or yachting or doing something else genteel. His face is aristocratic… his manner is intense.”
McGuire’s newest and most devilish marketing attempt was trying to get the Evangelical Liberty University to ban his book, but Jerry Falwell was fired and then so called, Pool Boy, ” stole Mcguire’s media thunder.
For more on McGuire’s books visit his website: www.dcjakemcguire.com
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