My Landlord Wrote for Abbott & Costello
In 1987, I was a struggling screenwriter living with two friends in a Hollywood apartment. The property owner was a gentle man in his 70s named Robert Lees. He wore ascot ties and fedora hats and carried himself with a quiet dignity. One day Mr. Lees came by to collect rent. I invited him inside and upon seeing the page in my typewriter he asked what I was writing.