I Choose Not To Think Of My

In June 1968, Five Days Before My Mother's Forty -sixth Birthday, The World Fell Apart Again. Sirhan Sirhan Shot Bobby Kennedy, Who Died The Next Day. Why Were People Shooting All The Kennedys? Had The Country Gone Mad?

The Sicker Mother Got, The Stranger The People Surrounding Her Became. I Called Them The Garland Freaks.

The Only Difference Between The Bel Air Of The '90s And The Bel Air Of My Childhood Is That Now The Nannies Are Latina Instead Of British, And The Cars European Instead Of American

When I Got A Call From Los Angeles To Do The Tonight Show, I Considered It More Of An Inconvenience Than An Opportunity.

I Understand Wanting To Do Your Craft. I Understand Wanting To Have A Passion For Your Art And For Your Ability To Be An Actor, To Be A Singer, To Be A Dancer - That I Understand. Wanting To Be Famous - I Don't Get That. But That's Where We're Living Right Now.