| My turn...lol. Back in the seventies, I had arrived in Los Angeles and worked at a trendy West Hollywood restaurant. One day Joan Rivers came in and I was able to tell her how much I had enjoyed a recent TV movie she had written and would it be repeated. In her typical fashion, she shouted, "Write those network sons of bitches!" I mentioned I was looking forward to seeing her the following week at a place called Ye Little Club which she regularly appeared at. She told me to mention a name when I arrived. Then she actually punched my arm (lightly) and yelled, "Write it down. Write it down!" When I arrived I was seated at a ringside table and told Ms. Rivers was taking care of the check and would like to see me afterward. After the show, I was escorted to her dressing room where I was introduced to a warm Florence Henderson and an icky Roddy McDowell. Ms. Rivers refrained from talking to her visitors, sat me down next to her, and wanted to know all about me. She was incredibly gracious and comfortable to be with. To this day, she's one of the nicest people I've met. |
