Nobody asked me. Which is fair, I guess, considering in 1983 I was the runt trying to hit his marks and not look like he didn’t know what he was doing. I didn’t, but the last thing I wanted was for the producers to know. That’s how an actor gets fired from an acting job.… Continue reading The Man in the Red Hat
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Scarecrow and Mrs. King | 35th Reunion
Thirty five years? The fact that I still feel as awkward and silly as thirteen year old me makes it difficult to believe that thirty five years have passed since Scarecrow and Mrs. King debuted on CBS. But if folks are working hard to put together a whole day event, and other folks are flying… Continue reading Scarecrow and Mrs. King | 35th Reunion
Scarecrow and Mrs. King | Poster Design
I have a thing for old movie posters and book jackets. I put this together over a few hours. This was influenced by my love for anything Robert E. McGinnis had done for the James Bond series, but also by minimalist fan art found online.
Scarecrow and Mrs. King | 30 Years Later…
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- What WAS the question? -- -- Best. Fans. Ever. Thank you fans for such an amazingly wonderful day!
Lifting a Foot Forward: A Lesson in Balance
I have to be honest, when I first considered writing an autobiographical book, I said to myself “Yeah, right.” I thought the idea was more than a little crazy. I mean, really… But the desire to tell my story was fueled by the interest I’ve gotten from so many people who ask me to tell… Continue reading Lifting a Foot Forward: A Lesson in Balance
Hanging Out with Tron
After eleven years I had the opportunity to reconnect with an old friend, Bruce Boxleitner. The man known as Tron, Captain John Sheridan and Lee “Scarecrow” Stetson was just as I had remembered. He was funny, engaging and generous with his time. He is a true professional, but even more he is a wonderful man.… Continue reading Hanging Out with Tron
Falling Asleep Standing Up
I was eleven. It had not been my first time on a plane, but it was my first time out of the country. At least that I can remember. I had been lucky. The flight from California to New York had been long. From New York to Munich, Germany had been longer. But I… Continue reading Falling Asleep Standing Up
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