by Larry Brody
40 years ago this month – OMG! OMFG! I’m fucking OLD! – I went to work as an “Executive Story Consultant” on the series THE STREETS OF SAN FRANCISCO.
It wasn’t a match made in heaven. Oh, I loved and respected the Big Boss, Quinn Martin, but the day-to-day producer of the series at that time very obviously resented my 27-year-old presence on the show. (In those days TV producers usually were in their late 40s or their 50s.) Worse, my shiny new red Alfa Romeo kept breaking down when it was time to go home.
(Told you TV writers are overpaid.)
Five years later, with Bodacious Bill Yates in charge, I came back to write one episode to guest star everyone’s favorite emoter, Ahnuld S.
Yes, it’s true. I brought him into television, and what did I get for it? Two wives, count ’em two, whose butts he groped later, in the gym.
Those of you who believe in justice, what do you say now? Huh? Huh?
FTR: I’m still absolutely certain I’m 27.
Unless I look in a mirror.