It was my
honor to emcee the American Film Institute's recent salute to Freddie
Prinze, Jr. The eats were good, the company (Including Angela Bassett,
Edie
Falco and Chef Boyardee) great, but the real highlight was when
I won a door prize and got to take home the floral bouquet from my table...Marvin
Hamlish tells me that most of the songs from "A Chorus Line"
were cowritten by creatures who dwell on the ocean floor...Matzo ball soup:
It's what's for dinner...Does anyone have "The Equalizer's" phone
number? Roger Staubach has been sending me death threats again...Since
she's not dead yet, "Sugar Baby" Ann Miller has decided to record
an album of show-stopping standards. Nile Rodgers will produce...Tyne
Daly's insistence that she's "not going to pay a lot for this muffler!"
has friends questioning her finances...You know you're in trouble when
you ask Stephen Hawking how elevators work and he's clueless...Man,
I got some serious gas going on!...If there's ever a revival of "The
Wiz" on Broadway, I sure hope Dorothy and company won't
ease on down the road, but rather walk at a brisk pace...Dog food just
doesn't come any tastier than Old Roy...The new, modern Betty
Crocker on the cake boxes never fails to sprout a sequoia in my Sansabelts...Am
I alone in thinking that Ruth Gordon went to Hell for starring in
"Rosemary's
Baby"?...You look up "class act" in the dictionary, you get a picture
of Eddie Money...Patty Hearst tells me that her kidnapping
was actually a hoax she and Jeff Altman hatched back in the day...No
one ever hid their closeted homosexuality as well as Merv Griffin...My
best wishes go out to Sparky Anderson, who I understand is just
getting over a bad case of anthrax...Sometimes it's good to be rich dept.:
Virgin
prexy Richard Branson has just purchased Buck Henry for 3.5
million dollars...The theme to "Maude" is only done proper justice
when sung by Roger Whitaker...Van Gogh's best work is his
stuff from his crayon period...You haven't lived until you've been held
at knifepoint by Paul Anka...Via hieroglyphics in the squiggly lines
in his artwork, I believe the late artist Keith Haring has predicted
the last three Stanley Cup champions...I'm 100% positive that Andy
Kauffman didn't fake his own death. I'm not so sure about
Bert Convy,
though...Hang on, the Fed Ex guy is banging on my door. Cripe! It's
just some contracts...I hear that
West Virginia Senator Robert Byrd
and Li'l Kim are dating up a storm...Bill Moyers' recent
PBS
special on road rage in model train communities was the stuff
Peabody
Awards are made of...Memo to Greta Scacchi: No means no...If
it ain't blanched, I ain't eating it...Along with a nation of music lovers,
I'm still waiting for "Mambo #6"...Run, do not walk, to the Burt
Reynolds Dinner Theater in Jupiter, Florida for the wonderful
production of
"Bring In 'Da Funk, Bring In 'Da Noise," starring
Craig
T. Nelson,
Brenda Vaccaro and Evel Knievel. Directed
by John Byner, it's the reason God invented sound! The eats
aren't half bad, either.
