There are two attractions every tourist wants to see when they visit Seattle.
The first one is the Space Needle.
Duh.
The second one is Pike Place Market (NOT “Pike’s Place Market,” please!)
(For the record, parking is impossible at each of these landmarks.)
And I get why people want to visit the market.
It’s cool. Lots to ...
Continue Reading →
“Will we still be relevant one year from today? Will I still be relevant one year from today?”
That’s it.
Right there.
That’s the secret, unvoiced fear that I’m sensing from a lot of leaders.
And, if not one year, certainly two.
It’s the relevance question.
Here’s what it looks like:
You feel like your last ...
We couldn’t let the audience find out that the horse was incontinent.
Or that he was even there.
The reveal would be a surprise for Act 3 of my comedy TV show, Almost Live!
Act 3 is roughly 20 minutes into the show.
Which means we had to keep both ends of the horse quiet for 20 minutes. Because otherwise the sharper members of the studio audience would think,
Continue Reading →17Share
NOV
2025
Posted by:
Photo by James Trenda on Unsplash
So there was this time when Julia Child cooked breakfast for me—and I turned it down.
I’d become friends with Graham Kerr, who rose to fame as The Galloping Gourmet, one of TV’s original celebrity chefs.
By the mid-’90s, Graham and his wife Treena had moved to Seattle and were producing a new cooking show in the same studio where I produced my ...
Continue Reading →
My sister ate corn weird.
Corn on the cob.
Growing up in Lancaster County, PA, we ate a lot of corn on the cob during the summer.
And, inexplicably, each person in my family ate it differently.
My dad—for reasons that I’ll never understand—would grab both ends of the corncob in his hands and, with cinematic effort, break it in half.
My mom ate hers ...
Continue Reading →
If you wanted to become a crocodile trainer, I think the first rule would probably be: Avoid the mouth.
That seems logical, doesn’t it?
But here’s the problem: you can’t actually train a crocodile from 20 feet away.
At some point, you have to get close enough to risk getting bit.
(I’m just guessing at all of this, by the way. I have no idea how to train a crocodile…or if they’re ...
Continue Reading →