May 2026
38 years ago (almost to the month), I packed a big suitcase and hopped on a one way flight to Los Angeles. I’d never been to LA before and I didn’t have a job, but I was soooo excited. I lived on Gulana Avenue in Playa del Rey with two guys, classmates from the USC (South Carolina) and we all worked in the entertainment business. I worked at Scotti Brothers at 2114 Pico Boulevard in Santa Monica, and the first time Lorenzo Lamas called the receptionist desk, I nearly passed out - you remember Falcon Crest, don’t you? Despite having my car stolen by The Crips, it was a great experience, but I knew I wasn’t cut out for LA. We just got back from a nice long weekend in LA and, of course, it felt different this time. I told Scott that I think if you move to LA in search of something, trying to make a name for yourself or catch a big break in entertainment, the town can eat you alive. But being there just to enjoy th...
