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22 May 2005

I found out a little secret about traveling to and from Burbank.  If you want a nice, easy, relaxed, uncrowded flight, go mid-day on Saturday.  My Friday flight was completely full.  The Saturday flight probably only had about 70 passengers.  I had 3 seats to myself.   I can't remember the last time that happened.

It was a nice relaxing day.   I woke up around 5:45 and got on the computer to chat with Steve.   I told him I'd call him when Michael woke up and we'd go out to breakfast.

We just went to Denny's, but it's the company, not the food, that's important.  We had a companionable breakfast and dissected last night's performance and how we thought the show could be improved.   I may have to go back to LA for the final performance to see if anything has changed.

coward.jpg (28389 bytes)We all went back to Michael's, where we watched the movie Steve made on his cruise, then he went home and Michael and I sat around watching some of his old TV snippets from the Ed Sullivan show, and a full 90 minute special featuring Noel Coward and Mary Martin from 1955.

Over the past two days we'd seen bits that feature Ethel Merman, Julie Andrews, Georgia Brown, and a host of other female performers.  We agreed that Mary Martin was not a raving beauty and probably would not be able to make it in this day's show biz, no matter how good she sounded, which is one of the problems with show biz these days.

There are a lot of negative things to be said about the days of the "star system" in Hollywood, which strictly regulated its actors' lives, their publicity, etc.  I'm sure things are better for performers now, but in the 40s and 50s, you could tell one performer from another.  Each had his or her unique look and there was no way you'd mistake Clark Gable for Noel Coward, or Mary Martin for Betty Grable.

Maybe it's my age, but I can't tell Jessica Simpson from Brittney Spears from Paris Hilton or any other blonde bombshell.   Don't even get me started on the men, who all look like they came out of the clone machine in Central Casting.  Nowadays, there is a "look" that you seem to need and the "look" does not include individuality.  Could Cher come onto the scene as a newcomer and make it in the movies these days?  Probably not.

But anyway, my nice relaxing "day off" is over and I'm back home again.  Ashley brought the puppies back, but is going to pick them up on Monday to take them to their foster home. 

Time to get back into the swing of things.  The psychiatrist is out of town for a week and I hope to FINALLY get caught up on his work.

Post Script:  Anybody who cares about animals, please read this post.

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