Every Time I See Peter Falk In

It Was Trying To Make My Tennis Game Look Mildly Respectable, Which I Found You Don't Even Really Need To Practice If You Have A Really Good Editor. They Can Edit It And You're Like, "hey, It Looks Like I'm Playing Really Well." That Was The Fun Part, But It Was Like Going To Summer Camp.

Over The Years, There Certainly Have Been Plenty Of Ideas That I've Had And Given Up On, But For This One, The Only Thing That Was Standing In Its Way Was Me Doing It - I Just Had To Write It... And Then If It Didn't Happen, It Didn't Happen. But I Didn't Want It To Be For Lack Of Effort On My Part, So I Had Hunch That It Would Be A Good Story And That We Would Work Well Together. And It Certainly Worked Out That Way.

We Had The Boy's Name Picked Out, But We Didn't Have A Girl's. When He Turned Out To Be A Boy, We Were So Relieved. Literally, In The Middle Of Contracting And Pushing, And With My Wife Being Drugged - Out And Half - Lucid, We Were Still Coming Up With Names.

Get A Good Dog. We Have Not Picked Up Food In The Kitchen In 15 Years.

There's Something That Happens In That Delivery Room, When A Woman Becomes Ten Times More A Woman, And A Guy Becomes Six Times Less A Man. You Feel Really Dopey And Useless And Like A Spectator. I Did, Anyway.