The story of a small town boy in the big city:
I’ve been busy this past week and haven’t made it onto the studio lot for lunch that much. Since I’m way ahead on my hours for the week I decided that today would be a good day to get out. While roaming through the lot on the way to lunch I was amazed at how many more security people were out. Then I noticed that there were several homeless people on the lot, and I figured that maybe there was some sort of special program going on, and that explained the security.
After getting my lunch I was coming back through the lot and realized that there were a number of blue-collar workers hanging about — several looked like steel workers. At this point I was completely baffled, especially after noticing that a lot of these folks were wearing heavy fleece jackets despite the eighty-five degree weather. A person of normal intelligence would have figured out what was going on by this point, but it wasn’t until I got back to the ER set and noticed that instead of Warner Brothers security the security folks were wearing Chicago PD uniforms that I finally put it all together. I like to believe that I’m reasonably intelligent, but I have a few gaps in the cranium that you could probably sail the Titanic through.