I used to have a close buddy who worked in aerospace and who was always pestering me to tell him little Show Biz News Items that weren't yet announced…things he could tell his co-workers and impress them. Every so often, I'd hear about some show being cancelled or some casting change before it became common knowledge. I'd tell him and then he'd tell all the folks at McDonnell-Douglas and he enjoyed this very much.

So now you remember when Shelley Long left Cheers? That was a big news story for a week or so there, and many were wondering who'd replace her. I was talking to one of the story editors on that series during this period (Cheri Steinkellner, who later became one of the producers there) and she told me that they'd just signed Kirstie Alley to more or less fill the slot Ms. Long had vacated. This had not been officially announced but it was not a secret and Cheri said it was okay to pass it on to l anyone I liked.

A few minutes later, with impeccable timing, my Aerospace Pal called to badger me for "inside info" he could spread at work. I told him about Kirstie Alley and he was ecstatic. It was a Sunday and I think he wanted to race to the office and camp outside so he could tell each and every employee as they arrived the next morning. I was thanked profusely.

Monday night, he called to thank me again. He'd told the news to everyone at the plant and had impressed the pants off of most of them. A few had questioned his info and without telling them how he knew it, he staked his reputation on it being true…and even staked some cash. Two co-workers had bet him a few dollars that it wasn't true and he'd taken the wager because he knew it was so. "Well," I said. "I'm glad you'll be making some bucks off Kirstie Alley's new contract." And I suddenly heard him cough and gasp.

"Kirstie Alley?" he moaned. "Did you tell me Kirstie Alley was joining the cast of Cheers?"

"Sure," I replied. "What did you tell everyone today?"

He coughed again and said, "I told them Ally Sheedy was joining the cast of Cheers."

Just finished a script and e-mailed it to the producer. You know, if I hadn't had to set all my clocks ahead over the weekend, I could have finished it at 4 AM.

Good night, Internet!

I've received a lot of contradictory e-mails from folks discussing the name of the Disney TV series on which the Texas John Slaughter episodes aired. All the folks who told me it was The Wonderful World of Disney or Disney's Wonderful World of Color or any other such permutation were wrong. I was also wrong when I said it was Disneyland, though I have a great excuse: The back of that Texas John Slaughter still I featured in this post said it was from the TV series, Disneyland.

The definitive answer comes from my old chum, Bill Cotter, who authored the (emphasis on "the") book on the subject, The Wonderful World of Disney Television. Bill's book is now out of print but that link will take you to an Amazon page via which you can usually snag a used copy for a reasonable price…and if you're interested in the subject, you should. Bill writes me to say…

10/31/058 was the debut of the show, and it was on Walt Disney Presents. This was the name of the anthology series between the two previously mentioned titles [Disneyland and The Wonderful World of Color], and it was used for three seasons (1958-1959, 1959-1960 and 1960-1961). After that it was on to color, and no more Texas John Slaughters, sad to say. That arc was one of my favorites of the time.

Bill also directs me (and therefore, you) to this page on his website which lists what was on those shows and when. This should settle matters.

Damn! Where did it go?

I was just reading a website with news of Las Vegas and there was an article about events that will be taking place in that town in honor of St. Patrick's Day. For some reason, these made me laugh…

McCormick & Schmick's Seafood Restaurant – Happy St. Cabby's Day. This is the fourth year for this "hail to the hack" celebration at M&S. Cab drivers who stop by between 8 a.m. and 9 a.m. will receive a complimentary breakfast of green eggs, ham, and Lucky Charms cereal.

Rio (McFadden's) – The party starts at 7 a.m. with $10 beer, breakfast, and Bloody Marys until 9 a.m. Xtreme radio 107.5 broadcasts live 3 p.m.-7 p.m. Make your own green bikini contest with $500 cash prize. Festivities include leprechauns, bagpipers, stilt walkers, and green beer.

Fitzgeralds – Festivities include a leprechaun lookalike contest and a green Jello eating contest. Triple points all day long.

And the rest are pretty much all special discounts on beer and ale, which is good because otherwise, people might not be inclined to drink on St. Patrick's Day. If I were Irish, I'd rush to be there…because nothing could celebrate my heritage better than green Jello, homemade green bikinis, a leprechaun lookalike contest and a nice bowl of Lucky Charms.

A lot of us are still interested in the story that will never go away, the assassination of John F. Kennedy. If you're in this group, there is much to study over at this website where a Dallas TV station has set up an online archive of video from that day and relating to that day.

I must admit that I find my fascination with the story to be ebbing with each passing year. A decade or two ago, I came, almost reluctantly, to the conclusion that there was no conspiracy; that Lee Harvey Oswald was exactly what he appeared to be — a lone nut who single-handedly killed the President of the United States. I also came to the conclusion that some folks saw the facts otherwise and that there was little to be gained by debating with them since it meant going over and over well-trampled ground. But every now and then, I like to revisit an old semi-obsession so sites like that are nice to have around.

I find myself this morning in receipt of many an e-mail telling me, in terms only slightly more polite, that I'm a lunkhead and that the Disney TV series on which Texas John Slaughter appeared was called The Wonderful World of Color and not, as I asserted, Disneyland. No, I'm right about this. When it was in black-and-white on ABC, it was called Disneyland and when it switched in 1962 to NBC and was broadcast in color, then and only then was it called The Wonderful World of Color. It would not have been called The Wonderful World of Color when it was on ABC, back when I had Scarlet Fever. At the time, ABC was not in color. I, however, was a delightful shade of crimson.

I finally got around to watching the new production of Company that debuted recently on PBS. It's a record of the recent Broadway revival that was much-praised for its unique staging which most notably had all the actors carry instruments and occasionally play them. I was curious as to how this served the material…and I think I get it. Everyone on stage is making music from the start…everyone except Bobby, the guy who can't commit to a relationship. He only makes music twice in the show: Once, at a point where he still isn't ready to open himself up to another, he hauls out a kazoo and fakes a tune, only to find himself playing an awkward, unfinished solo. All his friends who are then on stage with him are couples and therefore able to perform in satisfying duets. Then at the end, when he comes to his moment of realization that this is not how he chooses to live, he instantly learns how to play the piano and sings "Being Alive." Because we all know you can't play a real musical instrument if you aren't in a relationship.

It's a cute, probably effective idea then and there, especially because Raúl Esparza really does sing the hell out of "Being Alive." That tune alone is worth, as they say, the price of admission and probably was on Broadway when tix were a hundred per. The actors-as-orchestra concept seems counter-productive in other moments, especially when others in Bobby's world seem to be hiding behind their instruments. One of the problems I've always had with Company, and why I like parts of it a lot but not the whole, is that the couples he knows seem so utterly dysfunctional. I don't like any of those people and don't see why Bobby has any reason to covet their lifestyles, other than the questionable premise that if you're going to be a neurotic, maybe it's better to pair off with another neurotic and share the experience. There is, of course, a solid case that can be made for the show's premise that you have to love somebody, not some body, but I don't think the show makes it. Matter of fact, I think on some levels, it argues the opposite.

The capper, "Being Alive," is a great song. I just don't see how Bobby gets to it…or why he gets to it. All of his male friends envy Bobby his freedom. All his female friends strike me as the "wrong" woman for him, especially the one he claims to want to marry. One friend of each gender wants to have recreational sex with him. How does any of this lead him where it leads him?

Still, the music was quite good, and Company was probably in dire need of a true staging rethink, getting away from the "seventies" look and feel that most productions seem to have. I always find this show fascinating and usually worth watching, though every time I see a version of it, I find myself looking past the great moments and regretting that they never seem to add up for me.

I recently found an old photo in my files and I thought you might enjoy hearing the tale behind it.  That's not it up above.  We'll get to it.

Around 1958 at the tender age of six, I came down with Scarlet Fever, a nasty little disease that had me confined to bed for several months. Most of this was spent reading — my obsession with comic books became especially acute during this period — and my father borrowed a little black-and-white TV from someone and set it up in my room so I could watch my favorite shows. He did this when he wasn't scurrying out to buy me more comic books or more comic books or more comic books. Did I ever tell you what a terrific father I had? Nicest man in the world and that's not just my opinion. They had a big vote and he won in a landslide.

One program that I watched often was Disneyland, the Walt Disney extravaganza that was then on ABC, and I especially watched it the weeks they featured a recurring western series called Texas John Slaughter. Every third or fourth week, the show would be given over to the adventures of the pioneer/cowboy hero, who was played by a handsome actor named Tom Tryon. More importantly, his wife was played by a wonderful actress named Betty Lynn. Betty has had a splendid career in films and television, working with practically everyone since the days she was a child star under contract to Twentieth-Century Fox, but if you know of her, it's probably for one role in particular. After Mr. Disney stopped making episodes of Texas John Slaughter, she went over and took the role of Thelma Lou, lady friend of Barney Fife (Don Knotts) on The Andy Griffith Show.

Why was I so interested in Betty Lynn? Easy. She lived next door to us. Betty was like my surrogate aunt. I still talk to her all the time and treat her as one would treat a close relative. A lovely woman…and she was not only our neighbor, not only a TV and movie star…she was even, in a Dell comic book drawn by my future collaborator Dan Spiegle, a comic book character!

One day, Tom Tryon was visiting her. Mr. Tryon later got out of acting and became a very successful author, but this was back when he was not only acting but Texas John Slaughter was a hit series and he was a pretty big star. Before they left for wherever they were going, Betty happened to mention to him that the little boy who lived next door was quite ill. Tryon instantly said, "Well, let me go visit him," and they came over…

…and you want to know what I remember of that visit? Absolutely nothing. Because I slept through it.

I'd been given some sort of medication that knocked me out and my parents were unable to wake me up to meet Tom "Texas John Slaughter" Tryon. They finally gave up and it was only later that evening, when I finally did come out of my drug-induced coma, that they told me he'd been there.

So that's the story of how I didn't meet a then-famous TV star…though I do have a souvenir of his visit. Look at what he left me!