Years ago, when Al Franken was a writer on Saturday Night Live, I played a Robert Palmer Girl with actress Geena Davis, who hosted. Palmer was an urbane, 80s, English singer with a backup band of tall, short-haired brunettes braying and bopping behind him.
Al and his writing partner, the late Tom Davis, wrote the skit, the late Phil Hartman playing Palmer, Geena being the head Palmerette, while Al wrote a line, just for me.
How excited was I, being so young back then, still hoping to be a star…sigh.
I remember him well…quiet, polite, smart, self-effacing…and just a little chubby.
It looks as if Al, now a junior United States Senator, from Minnesota, will more than likely have to step down due to the inappropriate sexual behavior he’s been accused of.
Is this the same fella who I looked up to in my youth? What happened?
Last I knew, Al was happily married with kids, a booming career, and a dog.
I do know, that before one should do anything, it’s best to run the tape straight through, just in case. In other words, truth, that little prankster, always finds a way to come out, even if it takes 20 years. But I’ve always known that, coming from a crazy, alcoholic, dysfunctional home with heads buried in the backyard.
I feel sad about all this.
Charlie Rose, one of my favorite interviewers, also, busted.
As for Harvey Weinstein, whose psychotic behavior started this avenging avalanche, I do recall watching in action, on a film set, as he lusted after a young stand-in like a little lamb chop.