The Livingston Brothers: Two of My Three Sons
Thursday, September 20th, 2007
I could go on lamenting from now until doomsday about how few photos I had taken of me with various celebrities who attended the same Hollywood Collectors Shows as I did in both 1995 and 1997 – but it wouldn’t change the fact that it remains exceptionally difficult to conjure up the facts of exactly who I met and when. Especially considering that I had obtained so many of their autographs before the shows that I often I would simply walk by them without acknowledging them, lest they attempt to sell me an autograph that I already owned. When it comes to some of the cast members from the TV show My Three Sons, I’m fairly certain that it went down like this: Read the rest of this entry »
Lisa and I visited the Magic Kingdom on Sunday, July 30, 1995, and were ready for day of rest and relaxation at our motel on Monday. It was nice to have time to skip a day between parks and let the blisters subside. That same day, my sister Denise and her boyfriend Chris drove into Orlando from Daytona Beach, where they had been staying with my Mom, Bob, and Bryan at the Americano condo, ostensibly for the purpose of visiting Disney World, although today she’s not exactly sure what they were even doing in Orlando, but we agreed that they were not visiting with us. 
All in the Family is certainly one of the greatest television sit-coms of all time. It definitely ranks in my top ten favorite shows. It has special meaning to me in a way too -because it was this show that was being broadcast at the time that I was born. My Dad still remembers watching the episode Archie in the Lock-Up in the hospital waiting room on that fateful evening of October 2, 1971. The show’s theme song “Those Were the Days” was one of the very first songs I ever learned. My Uncle Ed still remembers me singing “Dozer da Days” at the top of my lungs in the car during our visit to Washington D.C. in 1973. 
Thursday, September 13 was a significant milestone in my life: it was the first time since my birth that I have ever been admitted to a hospital of any kind. Yes I know, it seems impossible, but even when I fell down a flight of stairs in 1972 and had to get stitches, or when I was bitten my a dog and required stitches in two places in 1986, or even when I crashed my bike while riding down a hill with no hands in the early 1980′s, I was never taken to the hospital. But other than the fact that it has now become a cornerstone in my medical history…the whole experience pretty much blew.