The sky in New Mexico is better than any movie I have ever seen.
Now, I can sit and ponder while looking at the world outside a hotel room window for hours. Where is
that tiny pedestrian going? How does that woman keep reading that book when those guys are playing frisbee in the grass right next to her? Is that the corner of a Panera behind that abandoned shoe place? But I barely had time to pay attention to tiny pedestrians before the sun had set because I was staring at the sky all day long. Thanks to Presbyterian Hospital and the people who were so kind to me, and
for helping me to spell Albuquerque. They use Q's a lot in new Mexico. I went to a restaurant called "Forque." "Quercue!" "ABQ!" I met a guy named Kevin who spells it Quevin. They love Q's, that's my point. Oh, and the sky.
I had a great conversation with Travis Clark, my old friend from the Comedy Store on the Sunset Strip in Hollywood. We were friends at the Comedy Store when Travis was ten years old. His Dad is Blake Clark, the comedian and actor best known for his appearances on earlier episodes of Big Pop Fun the podcast, and also Adam Sandler movies and many HBO specials and a lengthy time spent in Viet Nam but not as a tourist. Travis and I talk about a life in the arts and I enjoyed it, and I hope you do too.https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/travis-clark/id477643322?i=164653642&mt=2
I wrote a book and I would love for you to read it. It's called "The Masked Man; A Memoir and Fantasy of Hollywood." So many people have asked me to repeat and write down stories that I created an unusual book to include lots of stories, as well as a very unusual adventure that I get pulled into by the actor Clayton Moore, the man who played the Lone Ranger on television, and has been dead for over a decade. It's received many very positive reviews and I would love for you to read it. Thanks.
I'm back from Philadelphia, and the AAA baseball game between the Lehigh Valley Iron Pigs, and the Buffalo Bison at Coca-Cola park. Coke is, as you know, the real thing. Coke adds life. Coke...well, I don't know what their latest world refreshment domination PR line is, but cold Coke at a baseball game is good. Hey, the Iron Pigs lost the game, but any park named after Coke, and serving freshly shucked corn on the cob is way closer to heaven than that place in Iowa where you talk to Ray Liotta and have a catch with your Dad. I never had a catch with my Dad, but we still got along well. He was raised in an orphanage during the depression, so he didn't have things like baseball mitts or, for example, food. So, here's to celebrating my own gluttony by using my Dad's poverty in the 1930's as an excuse. That one's for you, Dad!
I was back on the Bob and Tom show, and everyone was fun and kind as usual. I got to experience what few artists experience - the thrill of opening the men's room door and finding their artwork behind the toilet. Can Van Gogh say that? If he could, would he? No and no. Case closed. Thanks, guys!