Go Big, Go Home, Gome Back

Hello Blogfans,

You people have been asking me what's going on, what happened, why I stopped blogging - so many probing questions and I really do not have a good answer. All I can say is, you got to me, and so blog again I will and must.

It's been about 6 months since I last wrote here. What happened to the adventurous couple who left their homeland on a crazed if not foolish journey south of the border in search of the American Dream?

What happened is we went back home.

But then we came back.

Here is what I wrote sometime last August upon our return. Why I did not send it, I'm not sure. Maybe I needed a period of anonymity. Maybe I had nothing to say. Maybe I was afraid Homeland Security would change their minds (if they even have minds). In any case, here's what I wrote:

As most of you now know, we are not going coming home with our tails between our legs (especially because we do not have tails). We came home only to return, this time with paper in hand and feet just a little more planted on the hollowed Hollywood ground.


Yes we are legal! Against what I thought were insurmountable odds, I have been successful in acquiring that elusive "O1" visa - for an "alien of extraordinary ability in the arts of motion pictures and television" or - "Aeaampt". Whatever -it means I can get a social security # and work as an actor.


J gets the "O3 Visa" which allows her to exist in the USA legally as the non working spouse of a temporary non-immigrant worker or- "Nwsotniw"


When I think back on the six months, it's been a great ride. We scored an awesome apartment in West Hollywood and we met Paul McCartney on a hiking trail. Everything else was a bonus -  new friends, great frozen yogurt, fish tacos, Marianne Williamson and Dustin Hoffman lectures, Ben Kingsley in the laundry room, Jody Foster at Urth Cafe, Miley Cyrus at Gay Pride, Andy Dick everywhere (huh?)  - all our super fantastic visitors, Melrose shopping, crazy Sader, Red Rock happy hour, Disneyland, open mics and showcases... but mostly well - just the excitement of being where the action is. Taking a risk. Dreaming a bit.


So things take a turn now. Game is on. Stakes are raised.  At 50 - much like my old man did when he quit journalism and went to law school - I am shaking things up and creating a new beginning. I've done it before - moving from Ottawa to Toronto to open Song Bird 2 - then moving to Vancouver to embark on a 2nd career. This one feels like the biggest challenge yet. New strange country (they don't say "eh" here), lousy economy and with no real certainty of establishing myself here, I am forced to do what crazy religious people do - have blind faith, trust, pray


I will have much to report in the coming weeks and months. Blogs will be shorter but more frequent. Oh and by the way, the border people are very nice when you have your papers in order. They like aliens with papers. 


Okay, so I didn't exactly come through on that promise, but I will try my best, in the midst of a busy pilot season, to fire out some posts on a semi-regular basis. The journey continues and the suspense is palpable. Fasten your seat belts, it's going to be a crazy ride. Oh, did I mention it's 80 and sunny out there?


Eh in LA