A week in California was a real eye-opener for this country boy. We saw a lot of cool stuff and way too many homeless people. I’m told a lot of them migrate to LA because of the warmer climate. Whatever the case, the reality of the situation just broke our hearts.
One day, I wore my striped overalls to the UCLA dining hall, expecting to make a huge fashion statement. “Is there a train coming through here?” a lady about forty asked. Evidently, she didn’t recognize the upper-crust hillbilly look and mistook me for a common railroad engineer. The rest of the crowd didn’t seem to notice. With all the strange dress out there, I was just another nut in the fruitcake.
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Everyone thought Tom was terrific. He was clever, entertaining, and had an outrageously wild imagination. Bob Keeshan gave him his first job, but the gig played out after only three years.
“You can only ride the funnel-thinking-cap gag so far,” said his agent. “Shape-shifters are a dime a dozen. You need to reinvent yourself.”
The next few years were tough as Tom tried to figure out what that meant. Out of desperation, he took a seasonal job downtown.
“How was your first day as a Christmas tree?” Manfred asked.
“Terrific!” said Tom, standing tall, his eyes beaming. “Until a dog peed on my leg.”
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