Today's one Trump item is a link to a piece by Fred Kaplan, who did something you and I haven't done. He actually read the Bob Woodward book.
I said here the other day that I thought 3400 Cahuenga Blvd. in Hollywood — the former site of the Hanna-Barbera Studio — had been turned into a gym. Well, I was partly right. There is an L.A. Fitness at that address, which was the main thing that was there the last time I paid attention while driving by. But they've also now built a complex called Cahuenga Place which is full of apartments for rent. Thanks to Trevor Kimball for sending me this link to a realty listing which has some photos of the scene there. You may notice a few images of Fred Flintstone and George Jetson on some of the walls in public areas.
This evening, I will be conducting what may be the only interview done in this country this week that is not of Bob Woodward. I fully expect to see him in the next few days preparing a Sour Cherry Strawberry Meringue Galette on Iron Chef America and changing the carburetor of a Lamborghini Veneno on Jay Leno's Garage.
I will be speaking with Dennis Palumbo, a fine writer whose credits include the superb movie My Favorite Year and many mystery novels. A big parenthetical aside to his career is that for a few years, he was the partner of Yours Truly and we broke into writing for TV together. Dennis is now a busy psychotherapist and I'm not sure how much time we're going to spend on which aspects of his life but they're all interesting. Come back here tonight at 7 PM to watch our discussion live…or if you miss it, to watch a replay on demand.
Next week, I'll be interviewing another fine writer, Ron Friedman, and then the week after, my friend Shelly Goldstein will be interviewing me…about what, I have no idea. Whatever she wants to ask me about. In October, I will have a conversation with Disney Legend Floyd Norman and then one with Garfield's creator, Jim Davis. And then I'm going to shut down the webcasts for a while because we're going to have several weeks in this country when no one will be saying more than eight words to anyone about anything except The Election.