I
remember coming into CBS one morning after pulling an all-nighter. I had been
up doing, well, just about everything. Suffice to say, it was the 80’s. I
really shouldn’t have come in at all that morning. I was clearly not fit for
anything that day, let alone working. It was still early and I fell asleep in
my office. Passed completely out. I mean I was out cold. Drooling like a fish—the
whole bit. I think it was Tom Pope who found me. He tippy-towed away to systematically
gather all the troops from rehearsal A and C who then, somehow managed to all stealthily
cram into my office like a pack of sardines. I felt a light tap on my shoulder
and awakened to find the entire crew looking at me like I was some kind of germ
under a microscope or something. Embarrassed? Yeah, you might say that. It got
a big laugh I remember that didn’t help the pounding already going on in my
head. That classic stunt has been indelibly itched in my memory forever. It’s
one of the few things I still see crystal clear like it was yesterday.
Actually, I never felt so much a part of the team. Awesome. Thanks for that
Pope. I still owe you one.
