Dante (dan) Puccetti

Linton High School

Class of 1966

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Dante (dan) Puccetti - Class of 1966 - Linton High School

First Name	Dante (dan)
Last Name	Puccetti
Graduation Year	Class of 1966
Gender	Male
City	N/A
State/Province	CA
Country	United States
Occupation	Producer/director Puccetti Production
Married	Widowed
Favorite School Memory	Distributing hydrogen sulfide vials I made (in Mr Howard's chem class) throughout Linton!
About Me	Life After HS (1966), I worked at ALCO as a draftsman at the diesel engine room. In 1968, I enlisted in the Army as an Artillery Surveyor, and my 1st. assignment was in combat in Pleiku, Vietnam as a forward observer, and a survey-computer in HHB, 4th. Infantry Division (Divarty) survey party. I was severely wounded in VC Valley, and retired as a 100% disabled Vet in September, 1969 I moved to California in 1978 to escape the harsh weather, as I love sunshine, auto racing, and the ocean. I lived in Riverside, Ca near Riverside International Raceway and March AFB. I joined the SCCA, and worked on the emergency crew at all the Pro-races in Southern CA. Long Beach F1, CART, NASCAR, Indy Car, Trans-am, IROC, and sports cars. My son Michael staid with me in Ca, while my late wife Judy (Moscardini) (1948-2001) and my daughter Julie Lynn (Puccetti) Parillo moved back to Schenectady. I graduated from the university with a BA in psychology (studied gerontology/life span developmental masters program), and worked at the VAMC in Loma Linda, CA. as a therapist/researcher-stats/ and data manager for the Alcohol Treatment Unit. While working for my MA and was the third author on a scientific journal; National Counsel of Alcoholism as a therapist and lead TV camera-person on their live talk show. I did video freelance work for Cencom and Charter Communication In Riverside, Ca. In 1993 I started my own TV production company (WHAT? Multimedia) and Puccetti Productions, but when I moved to Carlsbad, CA everyone is Photog. I worked for Princess Model Management (in Hollywood) as Video Director with Bobby Brown; he directed music videos for Snoop Dog, Puff Daddy, Kuema' and other Rap stars. Models are paid plenty, BUT they earn their bucks. They get cold, wet, windblown, and must stay very still in one pose... but still look great! The 'Golden Hour' is a myth especially after the set up of the equipment. The dawn comes way too early. I evolved into TV and cable, and directed satellite and cable programs including working with Vet Centers and POW/MIA (I am an army 100% DAV- WIA in the Central Highlands in 1969). I am a partner in Frankly Speaking TV, inc., featuring docudramas, talk-interview programming, commercials, videos, NASCAR school at the California Speedway, Cosgrove/MuirÂ¿s Unsolved Mysteries (The Marine Who Would Not Dye, ER Mystery Fumes) on NBC, Arcineo Hall, and red carpet events interviewing many Hollywood stars back in the day. I taught Film and Video production for the San Diego Unified School District. Crewed, directed, and/or acted on movies and documentaries. I shot for a week at night in the Calico Ghost Town silver mine, and that was an adventure in dust, cold, and weirdness! I collect classic still and TV cameras, Curios & Relics military weapons, and suntans! I love to read and I am writing screenplays and short stories! I visit Schenectady, NY to see my mother (94), grandson Lorenzo (Teo) my daughter Julie Lynn and her husband Frank Parillo in Guilderland. I moved to Carlsbad, CA, and I love my life near the beach while enjoying some of the best climate in the world. I've had a tragedy in my family; my son Michael James passed away on September 5th. 2007, from diabetes. Mike was only 34 years old, but he battled the disease for 20 years. Mike was interned at St. Josephs Cemetery in Schenectady, NY. "...that's all I can say about that." Forest Gump. 2009- I've been asked to instruct at Juan Batista Charter internet school on TV and Film Production. Batista will be the first public funded internet school (in conjunction with DeVry Institute), and I will advise on the curriculum of this new adventure; having worked with Dr. Sandra Thorpe (Executive Director) at a number of different facilities... so there Mr. Felthousen- where ever you are! :) AND to Mr. Murphy, my 7th. grade English teacher in which I received my first 'F'; I am a professional freelance writer that is paid to report on my favorite hobby- sports car racing... so there Mr. Murphy- where ever you are! :) Mom just celebrated her 95th. birthday, and she had a great party; I think she had a beer, but I'm told she kept her top on. What a weekend! The 2010 Long beach Grand Prix- in which I was on the SCCA emergency team working as a flagger. I use flags to inform drivers of the conditions of the track, and I'm the first responder to incidents in the race within my area. The World Challenge race was a hoot, and I toughly enjoyed the all the action from blue flagging that race. Out of all the duties I perform io the team, blue flagging is challenging and kick-ass fun; I get a buzz from a great flag deplay, and nanoseconds kick in the butt from a blown flag (of course, that almost never happens Linda[my chief]!) Another thing that buzzes me is responding to an incident; as I did during the Celebrity/Pro Race. Jammie Beckwith overshot the Turn 8 apex, and struck the exit wall with the left front corner popping out the half-shaft. Jammie slid, drove and finely crashed driverÂ¿s right at the wall. He stayed motionless in the car with the window net in place. I am the oldest, fattest member of Blackboard, but I had to run to the incident with the fire bottle as my baby; arriving at the ex-racecar, I accessed the situation, asked the driver about his condition, and informed Beckwith to abandon the car. Jammie jumped out, and immediately begin to yank the fender off the useless wheel, ala Sterling Marten at the Daytona 500 red flag. I yelled to him to get off the track, and he came to me and said, Â¿I want to drive it to the pits.Â¿ Â¿Buddy, it ant going nowhere unless by a lift-tow.Â¿ A three foot diameter pool of oil was starting to form. I knew from experience the car was grounded, as a similar occurrence happened to me last Wednesday. I popped my clutch, and I heard a Bang, Bang- BANG! He climbed over the wall, and we walked back to the station together smiling at t...(read more)