But I’m talking to myself, because Pat Sajak has yet to stroll into this freezing-cold studio on the Sony lot in Culver City. It was sad and painful, Pat, and thank goodness things are much better now. My marriage fell apart a few months after his death. Toward the end, he became panicked by every chill and practically lived with a pulse oximeter on his index finger. My parents were married for more than fifty years.
I have three children: boy and girl and girl, eighteen and seventeen and twelve. A friend once saw my wedding photos and asked if I had been flung into a pool-you know, one of those weddings. My skin rests atop a roiling sea of sweat.
I like saying “on the Sony lot.” I’m on the Sony lot, in a studio, and it’s freezing cold. I am in a freezing-cold studio on the Sony lot. on a Friday in late January, in Los Angeles-specifically, Culver City.
