On rare occasions, Dad used to reminisce about when he met Eisenhower and how Churchill would pop in, in the late hours of the evening or night, carrying a cigar, when he'd obviously had a good dinner.

I have the rare privilege of talking to my dad every night at 10 p.m. and hearing about what he did that day.

I was always amazed about how much I could finally squeeze into a thirty second commercial.

When I was a child, I had wax in my ears. Dad didn't take me to the doctor, he used me as a night light.

I used to start at about 10 at night and work until early morning. My preferred way to work is to start in the early afternoon and work until about 3, go do errands, have dinner, and then write for a few more hours in the evening.

Occasions are rare; and those who know how to seize upon them are rarer