Happy birthday...

...to my father. I don’t know how I became a comedy writer because I didn’t come from a dysfunctional family. I get along great with both my parents. By all rights I should be writing 7th HEAVEN.

But I’m proud to say my dad is my hero. And hopefully, we’ll be working together again soon. Whenever I have a show on the air I always hire him. He became an actor at 65. I think he figured if Woody Allen was still playing romantic leads with Julia Roberts and Tea Leoni he sure as hell had a shot. But I digress….

For the pilot of ALMOST PERFECT dad played a maitre’ d. It’s the very top of the show, Nancy Travis approaches him and asks a question. He’s on screen for maybe half a minute. But CBS chose to use that clip for the promo that ran all summer. He got more airtime than Bob Newhart. And for three months everyone he knew was asking if he was starring in a show with Nancy Travis? (His answer, of course, was yes.)

Here’s hoping this is a wonderful year for you. You might want to consider summer stock to just shake the cobwebs.

Happy birthday. Many more. I love you, Dad.