"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

Okay, I'll write something.

My dad was in town last week and took Michael, Eddie, and myself to dinner at Sardi's where he related the following story about Woody Allen:

Back during the height of my father's career he auditioned for Woddy Allen three or four times. Woody never cast him but the final time he auditioned for him the casting agent came out afterwards and told him to wait for a moment, Woody wanted to speak to him. Fine. So dad waits and gets a little excited cause, hey, maybe Woody wants to give him a job! A couple minutes later the casting agent calls him back in and there's Woody clutching a pillow against his chest.

Woody says, "I think you're a wonderful actor, but I can't use you."

"Okay," replies dad in a somewhat bewildered tone.

"But I wanted to tell you why," continues Woody. "I can't use you because you intimidate me."

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( And now I'm gonna talk about my life )

PS It's damn COLD up on this joint!