700 Sundays
Rocky to start the day, as is every Friday. I don't like drinking coffee after noon, but on school nights it is necessary. The problem is the hamster on the wheel in my head doesn't stop just because it is bed time. I roll around for three hours and finally drop into the abyss sometime around 2am. The heat is off, the windows are open.
I wake up at 6am - I always wake up at 6am. It is cold and clammy.
Up, feeling off. I turn on the heat and close the windows.
I watch the news, flip through the channels for awhile before settling on Billy Crystal 700 Sundays.
It was great. The best 2 hours of TV ever. Funny as hell, and yet bittersweet. He goes through his life from birth on. The famous people he met along the way. The death of his father when he was 15, the death of his mother when he was 53. I'm sore from laughing because he can turn on a dime. From morbid to hilarious almost instantaneously.
The title comes from the 700 Sundays he had with his father - from the Sunday he was born until the Sunday his father died.
It was an interesting stage, because behind him was the mockup of his childhood home in Long beach NY. But it was also a screen where he showed pictures of his relatives and friends. It was all done as a one man show in the Imperial Theater on Broadway. He showed wedding photos of the girl he fell in love with at 19, still his wife. She is still a doll.
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