Good morning, everyone, and HAPPY THANKSGIVING.
My favorite Thanksgivings were at my aunt and uncle's house--yes, JRAND, my director-of-photography uncle and his wife. I was always very fond of my aunt and uncle, said aunt was a good cook, said aunt and uncle had a very nice, spacious home, which I LOVED (BK and I drove by on our Kritzer tour). As I related last year, I was an only child and amused myself by reading my aunt's Vogue magazines (I did a short stint as a fashion designer some years later) and reading my uncle's old scripts, which were always kept in a pile in the den closet. My uncle and my dad, who also worked in the studios, would talk shop while my aunt and mother gossiped. The gossip didn't interest me, though some of the shop-talk did. Mostly I had my nose in a magazine or scrip--that is, when we weren't eating. I do miss those days.