Interesting times, these. I speak about this from the viewpoint of an actor/entertainer. These are the times when you have to take a look at what is really going on in our industry.

Interesting times, these. I speak about this from the viewpoint of an actor/entertainer. These are the times when you have to take a look at what is really going on in our industry.

Nothing much has changed in him, only everything 
I am twenty-three again, only wiser
I didn’t know it then, but he was everything

My son, my pulse, my heart, my adviser 
Sam went to see his grandmother in Utah; fortunately, Bronson went with him and had the chance to meet Ramona.

These two men are the most important people in my life and they love each other.
My life is worthwhile because my son has met his soulmate. 
I was sure that, although I had been dragged kicking and screaming into the 21st Century by my son Bronson, I did not have a phobia, condition, syndrome or wasn’t “damaged” like almost every person I know.

I really didn’t think that I was part of the new millennium because I was too old and not in-touch enough to fit in with the very folk I consider to be my friends. I didn’t have a condition. I was partly wrong.
I am the last of me. The way I speak, act and react are not found again in nature. The tilt of my head may reveal itself in my son as something noticed out of the corner of someone’s eye, but it will be the merest ghost of me.

My unique reaction or my quickness of humor may be found in a nano-second during a conversation with my son, but it will be only the mist of me. We are all on a slide to extinction.
Me with my son-in law Sam Page (left) and my son Bronson Page (right).
