As seen in my dreams early this morning:
For some reason I’m at a wedding and telling the person I’m with that everybody is acting at a wedding, they’re not really being who they are. I lean into the chapel, and call out, “Is anybody here not acting?”
The pews are filled with “B” celebrities: Sherman Hemsley, Stephanie Zimbalist, Dinah Manoff, Tina Yothers, Tempestt Bledsoe…
No one raises their hand.
“See?” I say, smugly. Then I remember… “Oh, is Parker Stephenson here? I need him for a Mitzvah next week.” I look around, he’s not there.
Corin Nemec stands up. “I’ve played a Parker before, can you use me?”
