With the recent passing of actor Tom Bosley, my mind has been flooded with memories from the times in my life that were dominated by the sitcom Happy Days. The show quite literally changed my life and that of my family–my mom, actress Marion Ross, played her most defining TV role for the eleven years
If you happen to know the next couple of utterances that follow that repetitive call, then you may not know it, but I had a big effect on your childhood. It’s generally not well known that in the 1980’s, when I lived in New York, I had a job at Rankin/Bass productions. (Yes, the same
I was thinking a little about humor and creating laughter and so forth, and had some new thoughts about it that might possibly be of interest. So much of good comedy has to do with expectancy, and then an artful switching out of what is expected with that which is not. “Misdirection” is another word
Today marks my 51st birthday, or the end of my yearlong excursion into “Area 51”. I find I have a lot to admire and be thankful for. First of all, being alive and still a part of this incredible experience called living. I enjoy life very much, even when it is more or less insufferable.
What do I like about my religion? It isn’t necessarily what others might think I should or shouldn’t like about it, or what any other Scientologist likes about it. It may or may not be the kind of thing that others might also like about their faith. It’s certainly not what the media will tell
I love painting. It’s a very absorbing activity. I was trained in Spain and in Northern California many years ago by a spanish master named Miguel Arguello, who changed my life by teaching me this, and other very useful things. I studied intensively with him for about three years when I was at the University
Call this essay, The Second Fifty. Better yet, call it what it actually is for me; the NEXT Fifty. September 10, 1959. Do the numbers of the date of your birth look special and kind of magic to you? Mine always do to me. Fifty years ago, my mother gave birth to a premature little
Last weekend my mother threw a birthday party for my step father, actor Paul Michael. As with any party at Marion’s, it was a unique creation, and a wonderful time. My step dad celebrated his 83rd birthday, and there was much to celebrate. He and my mom have been together for more than twenty years