Taking acting classes in the late eighties in Hollywood, going out with scene partners after class to The Improv in Hollywood, it was all so much easier than trying to decide should I go or should I stay in a longterm suffocating relationship. Making out in the front seat of my car didn't answer the question.

My mother got me my first job. It turned out a bit differently than either of us expected.

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This week’s podcast isn’t really memoir, it’s more like current events. Clocking in at under 4 minutes, it’s a short one and the subject is that scarlet letter A, for Aging. I call it Blue on Blue, Heartache on Heartache. If you’re a fellow boomer, or anywhere near my age, you know that’s the title of a song by Bobby Vinton. But if the song title fits ... More to read at www.SimCarter.com