Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Harvey Atkin

Harvey Atkin passed away this week. He was half of the two Torontonians (along with Al Waxman)  who performed in just about every Cagney & Lacey episode ever produced, beginning with the movie starring Tyne Daly & Loretta Swit, through the Meg Foster Episodes, and on to the 119 hour-long shows made with Sharon Gless as Christine Cagney.

Harvey was our Sergeant Coleman and easily shouldered the responsibility of bringing some necessary humor into the workplace, both in front and behind the camera. Like our Lieutenant Samuels (Al Waxman), Harvey was more than a member of our ensemble. He became a reliable friend and, along with his wife, Celia, a home away from home for Sharon during the years in Canada while she starred in Showtime’s Queer as Folk.

In subsequent years Harvey and Celia, when visiting their winter Florida home in Fort Lauderdale, would always see to it that at least once a season we four would rendezvous for a feast at Joe’s Stone Crab in Miami Beach. Good as those meals were, Sharon never failed to observe, that they didn’t measure up to Celia’s homemade Brisket dinners on Friday nights in Toronto.

Our thoughts, prayers and good wishes go out to Celia, their daughter, Lisa, son, Danny and their five grandchildren. Harvey joins a too-long list of fellow Cagney & Lacey alumni who have passed on. I miss them all.

Barney Rosenzweig

Monday, June 19, 2017


It would probably be over-the-top to proclaim "BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND," but it is most certainly true that it was touching to see how many of you contacted us, both on this website and even more on the Cagney & Lacey Facebook page, regarding my decision to let this website simply vanish into the black hole that is rumored to be out there.... somewhere.
More than the numbers (which were impressive, by the way) was the reasoning that, for the very little money it takes to keep the website up and running, there is something to be said to having it there for whomever might want to check out this repository of stuff on our iconic television series in the future.
I am convinced. We will stay up on the web... even for our limited readership. Since one of my reasons for this turnabout is posterity, I will endeavor to make this site even more of a repository of Cagney & Lacey material than it was before. In that regard, installments of my book, Cagney & Lacey...and Me will begin on this site in the very near future. I know all of you have read it, but in the spirit of that aforementioned repository, I think the book should be part of the gestalt of this definitive Cagney & Lacey website.
Not that you still can't get your very own autographed copy of the book (am I shameless, or what?). We still have plenty of copies and are only too happy to supply you with more... and now discounted down to $20 all in, including shipping. Be sure to let us know to whom you want the book autographed. They do make for a thoughtful... but easy... gift for almost any occasion.
Thank you all, again, for your interest, and for the caring way in which you addressed my upset at what I characterized as this failure of mine. They say that a parent is only as happy as his least happy child.... Unhappy or not, this website is still one of my offspring... and so we will keep it going.

Barney Rosenzweig
June 19, 2017

Tuesday, June 13, 2017


A year of minor shocks and mini disappointments.  I have hit the midway point in my 80th year and am having to come to terms with some minor truths. This is not profound stuff. This is not me coming up with the meaning of life or some other impressive epiphany. What I am coming to terms with is that just as Charles Atlas is no longer one of America's most admired males, so Cagney & Lacey just may not be one of America's top 20 (or 30, or 50 or....) television shows of all time. Read any work published near the end of the 20th century about Television and we were right there.... but now, 17.5 years into the 21st century, and one has to make room for Game of Thrones, Deadwood, Justified, The Good Wife, Homeland, VEEP, The Americans, Saving Grace, LOST, Downton Abbey, Fargo, The Affair, or even late 20th century entries such as The West Wing, The Sopranos, Alias, to name only those that leap to mind. Truth is, I never was one for heavy research and, besides, I believe my point is made.

A lot of good to great work has been pouring into homes all over America by way of Cable and premium channels (note how few of the above came to you via Network TV) and the natural order of things is that as these new shows take their place in the pantheon, those of us older providers are bound to be diminished, downgraded, or totally forgotten.

Cagney & Lacey is rarely forgotten, but it does happen. Those TV Editors around the country are getting younger and younger and something close to a majority were barely out of diapers when Sharon Gless and Tyne Daly were winning every award there was to be had.

Back in the day, Women in Film, a then fledgling group of women in the film and television industry, took Cagney & Lacey out of competition for their awards (we had won them all... multiple times). The organization created a one-time Governor's Award, declaring our series "unbeatable" in the arena of shows by/for/about women.  That was then. Just a few weeks back, for the Paley Center in New York,  Women in Film produced a whole flock of TV clips honoring shows about women. If you blinked during the 15 minute presentation on TV dramas you would have missed any reference to Cagney & Lacey. (Side note: and there was NONE ... zero reference ... to The Trials of Rosie O'Neill or Christy. But I digress.) If Julianna Margulies, the fabulous star of The Good Wife, hadn't ad-libbed a bit about Sharon and the series, inserting them into her Keynote remarks, that blink-able moment would have been all that was there for the entire evening.

We are less relevant in the grand scheme of things. Why we are so diminished by the Paley Center and Women in Film I do not understand at all, but I am betting the President of Princeton isn't altogether sure how his rating slips every now and then in the top 10 Universities list either. Whatever it is, I am trying (honest, I am) to cope with it. It was my decision over 20 years ago to walk away from Hollywood and TV production at/near the peak of my career (literally humming the country/ western lyric "Walkin' away a winner, walking away from a losing game..."). I don't miss the town. Don't miss the work and don't miss (too much) the celebrity. It does tend to get me down when some young, would-be historian makes out one of those lists and I find my show and my work demoted or, worse yet, deleted.

It is not nearly as bad as the slight by the too-young-to-know-better gals at today's Women in Film, but it is a disappointment that so few of the old Cagney & Lacey audience members have failed to connect with this particular site.

That brings about the reason for this blog... It is a long way to get to the point that we are shutting down the Cagney & Lacey website.  . I am not altogether sure where Websites go to be buried.... and Carole Smith or my daughter, Allyn, or someone may, from time to time, get me to write a blog or two for the C&L Facebook page (which I have never seen and do not know how to access), but as to this C&L website it is hail and farewell.  It is set to run through the next month or two and then it is done.   It is one of (thankfully only a few) of my true failures in life. Morituri te Salutant.

Barney Rosenzweig

June 13, 2017

Sunday, October 30, 2016


Note from the Web Squad:

No, not quite.  The November 3 issue of Rolling Stone printed a heavily edited version of the response Barney Rosenzweig sent regarding the obvious sin of omission on the part of the magazine in listing the 100 Best TV Shows EVER and not including Cagney & Lacey.  We just thought the omission was so blatant that the least they could have done was to print Barney's letter in its entirety.
If you want to add your views, e-mail the publication at: or write to them at Rolling Stone  1290 Avenue of the Americas, New York, New York 10104-0298.  Whatever you do keep it brief because they have a tendency to edit.  What follows here, in its entirety,  is the letter Barney wrote:
It simply is hard for me to compute: all those years of hard work and effort, all that recognition, the awards, flattery by imitation, unprecedented fan loyalty, all of that... and Rolling Stone cannot manage to come up with the title Cagney & Lacey when putting together a list of the best shows ever on television? Truth to tell, as the fella responsible for that series, I think I am more aggravated over not being in the top 50 than I am about not making the list of 100. It brings me to a real empathic sense of what it must be like to be Hillary Clinton.

My friend Stephen Bochco's two wonderful cop shows are on your list... but no recognition of the fact that the difference between his Hill Street Blues and his follow-up, NYPD Blue, is ... (wait for it)... Cagney & Lacey. My show was about two women who happened to be cops, not two cops who happened to be women. After us, NYPD Blue also took their cops home from the precinct in order to explore their lives as well as their jobs. Hill Street Blues was one of the great police procedurals of all time.  NYPD Blue was Cagney & Lacey in drag.

Without Cagney & Lacey could there have been a thirtysomething... let alone a Thelma and Louise? What show on the Rolling Stone list is, a generation later, still part of the language? How many shows on that list of 100 have had more Emmy Awards, a better title identification, or have had  more impact on our society or, for that matter, the television industry itself? How many inspired not one but four re-union movies for television, and how many stars of shows, on the air 30-plus years ago, still regularly populate television and motion picture screens as do Tyne Daly and Sharon Gless? We do know that for six consecutive years, no other actress, save for Daly or Gless, won the Emmy for Best Lead Actress in a Drama--a winning streak that is still unmatched--and we were there in the hall when Helen Mirren, the star of one of your 100 honorees (Prime Suspect) received her Emmy Award by beginning her acceptance speech with "Thank you, Cagney & Lacey."

During my career I produced hundreds of hours of prime time television before and after Cagney & Lacey, (e.g., from Daniel Boone to The Trials of Rosie O'Neill, to Christy and John Steinbeck's East of Eden). When I gave up my Hollywood post office box to move to Florida,  I never dreamed that a geography change would preclude me from being polled with so many of my contemporaries regarding the history of an industry that I have always taken so seriously and served so well. I (sort of) get that one-time competitors might fail to remember someone else's accomplishments, but (frankly) I am disappointed that Rolling Stone didn't do the necessary research to expose this obvious omission of such an iconic television series.

Years ago I was told  a rolling stone gathers no moss. It appears it doesn't do much in the realm of gathering sufficient facts either.

Barney Rosenzweig

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

TV or not TV?

The Rosenzweig/Gless household is awash in unwatched screeners from The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. Oh, we have seen most of the major award winners but we haven't found time for the rest because Sharon and I have binged our way through yet another fascinating season of television including a new-to-us series by the name of Mr. Robot
The USA drama (already renewed for a second season which I believe is scheduled to  premiere very soon now) has a wonderful cast, a very contemporary, well written concept , and is invariably nicely directed. I am incredulous at how politically prescient show runner Sam Esmail has proven to be and am knocked out by the freedom the USA Cable channel has obviously allowed the show's creative team in every aspect of this incredible production.  I watch and marvel at the fact that I used to spend time arguing with CBS "standards and practices" execs for permission to dub in the sound of a flushing toilet before Christine Cagney exited the commode in the 14th precinct's women's room. Bravo Mr. Esmail, and kudos to every single member of the cast. It is a ground breaking show.

Game of Thrones. What more could possibly be written? A phenomenal show... a herculean task to undertake. I am glad this season is over. I need the rest. Here is one new thing (maybe): Just a personal observation but this is a show that I really don't mind waiting a week to see between installments. It is almost too dense... too rich... to binge. Maybe not. I have done it both ways and either way the show delivers.  And this season... just when (especially during the hour long cameo by Deadwood star Ian McShane) I began to lose faith in this ultra creative team, showrunners Benioff & Weiss bounced back with an epic penultimate episode and then finished off the season in glorious fashion while reminding us of all the joys we have to look forward to next year on HBO when The Game will return.

Brain Dead. I have seen the first three hour-long episodes and find it mildly amusing and leading lady Mary Elizabeth someone I might come to believe can carry this wannabe quirky new  CBS series. Credit the Network brain-trust with the good sense to try this out in the summer instead of watching it flame out in a too competitive fall season. The Kings (Robert & Michelle), who exited my great favorite, The Good Wife, to engage in this (by comparison rather fluffy piece) must be having some remorse over maybe leaving a good thing too soon. At the same time I have to believe... if they are getting any kind of freedom at all in this project (which I suspect they are... given who they are) then they may be having a good time with this too- close-to-the-truth spoof of our US Government. It is just that this is closer to the Network's surprisingly good Supergirl than it is to MR. ROBOT and I am not sure that was anyone's intent.  Since Supergirl was referenced, Melissa Benoist in the title role is magnificent and Calista Flockhart has almost as much fun as the writing staff of this better-than-you-might think CBS series.

I would be remiss not to salute the recently gone-to-hiatus The Americans, which bowled me over every single week of this past season. It is a show that is incredibly bold and seems to get better with each passing year. I love the cast... every single one of them... and am in awe of what has been pulled off by show runner Joe Weisberg. I never imagined a Network (FX in this case) could so quickly follow their own incredible Justified  with another great drama, but they have.  
Scandal on ABC remains my guilty pleasure . It gets more and more over the top each season, but they have me... and a vast audience... hooked. I would guess producing phenom, Shonda Rhimes, thinks she can get away with anything at this point, and maybe she can. I am eager for SHOWTIME to come back with new seasons of The Affair, which got better with each episode over the past couple of years, and (of course) one of my all-time favorites, Homeland. I even found myself smiling at the prospect of the upcoming newly minted Donovan episodes ... but after watching  the first episodes I felt that perhaps I had stayed too long with this particular cast of  largely unsavory characters.

Tyne Daly's  brother, Tim, has found something to do on Television that uses his persona and talents well. I like Madam Secretary even though I was sure I would not. Tea Leoni is perfect in the title role and I never woulda thunk it. In fact the only thing that didn't surprise me as to how good this series would be was executive producer  Barbara Hall. I tried for years, without success, to seduce this talented writer into coming to work on Cagney & Lacey and/or The Trials of Rosie O'Neill.  And why, you may ask, didn't I believe in Ms Leoni? She is a wonderful actress and has done a lot of work I have applauded in the past. Frankly I didn't think she would have the gravitas... (or age, for that matter) to play the Secretary of State of the United States of America. That is where Barbara Hall came through big time. When I saw that first episode, the "back-story" created for the Leoni character, coupled with her relationship with a former boss now occupying the White House... made her character's appointment (and flair for the job) something that made total sense. I only wish I liked the political part as well as much as I enjoy the home life and male/female stuff between Daly and Leoni. That is grown up sexy, warm and wise stuff for all of us to see in the comfort of our own living rooms. The actors who play their kids are pretty great as well. 

Manhattan. Have you seen it? You should. It has recently been canceled after two seasons, but I watch it enthusiastically (and happily pay the $2.99 for each episode on Amazon). I understand you can also get it on Hulu. However you access it, it is worth seeing. A largely unfamiliar (to me) cast brings great verisimilitude to this period drama and how could they not... the attention to detail in costuming and sets is extraordinary. This is not your typical Hollywood version of the 1940s where every car is a classic in waiting, every woman is quaffed and clothed perfectly, and every gent has an Errol Flynn hairpiece or a Clark Gable mustache. This is the 40's the way I remember it looking in Montebello. Even the food being consumed on screen has that overcooked monotone look to it. With such attention to detail, the actors get to concentrate on getting their words out and not bumping into furniture. They do that with alacrity and Producer Sam Shaw has a succes d'estime for his resume. Sometimes that is even better than just a plain old success... depends how old you are and your level of patience, I guess. I know I will look forward to the next thing Mr. Shaw brings to television.

I am told Better Call Saul is even better than Breaking Bad, from which it "spun." I haven't gotten around to it yet, but I mention it lest you think it was forgotten by this blogger. You should see Mozart in the Jungle.... the second season is even better than the very good first season... and the gal who plays the lady with all those tattoos on Blindspot (Jaime Alexander) just about makes this ordinary series worth watching despite a less than interesting stable of actors in the other parts.
For a few young friends who missed it when it first ran, I have been rescreening J.J. Abrams' fabulous Alias with Jennifer Garner and former Rosenzweig alumni Ron Rifkin (The Trials of Rosie O'Neill) and Carl Lumbly (Cagney & Lacey). If you, too, are one of those who missed this... or, like me, loves a show with a strong female lead, then this is still terrific television. And, if you are going to research what you missed from any of the above then a visit to ON DEMAND for Justified is not only justified, but essential. HBOGO will deliver you Deadwood, which is still (arguably) overall, the best series ever made for television. There are many more great shows... VEEP, True Detective (both seasons... I don't agree with the naysayers regarding season two), The West Wing, Downton Abbey. Modesty might preclude most from mentioning their own shows, but not me and Cagney & Lacey is out there (at least on DVDs) and The Trials of Rosie O'Neill will become available before year's end. I just wouldn't feel right not mentioning them.

Barney Rosenzweig
July 13, 2016

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Our 25th Wedding Anniversary (part 2)

Sharon and I had married 25 years ago while working together on The Trials of Rosie O'Neill. We had begun our romance  on that show's predecessor, Cagney & Lacey. If you are one of those readers who always skips ahead to the sexy parts, I commend you to Chapter 40 in my book, Cagney & Lacey... and Me. The chapter is entitled "If you can paint, I can walk" and if you don't get that reference then you are not nearly as romantic as you may think.

As referenced in the previous blog, Sharon and I had decided to share our 25th anniversary with friends in England. Why not? We hadn't seen most of them since Sharon was over there for her third time on the West End boards with A Round-Heeled Woman and blowing a whole bunch of money at the beautiful Connaught Hotel (plus all those frequent flyer miles for airfare) seemed like a proper way to acknowledge the accomplishment of actually remaining together for a quarter century. Who woulda thunk it? Certainly very few back in tinsel town, USA.

During the week we were in England, Sharon had tea with some of her UK fans (now friends), breakfasted with's Jacqueline Danson, and dined with playwright Dan Thurman and his American partner Adriann.  Dan had worked with Sharon when she was starring in A Round-Heeled Woman at the Aldwych Theatre and was a great help to me as well during my many visits during that time. 

Sharon and some of her UK fans at afternoon tea in London, May 2016 - L to R Angie, Rosie, Helen, Sharon, Ann and Linda
Photo credit:  Daniel Thurman
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Playwright Daniel Thurman with Barney and Sharon, London, May 2016
Photo credit:  Adriann Ramirez
© 2016  - please do not reproduce without written permission

Next was a lovely lunch, complete with many laughs with Jane Prowse over the pretentious French menu we were presented at the Connaught.  Jane, who wrote and directed Round-Heeled, could do the same for a comedy based on that lunch. We later dined with Bill Paterson, Sharon's co-star from her West End debut in Stephen King's Misery. Bill's fabulous wife, Hildegard complimented the evening beautifully as always.  Tom and Kara Conti  are another fantastic couple with whom we dined.  Tom Conti starred with Sharon (again in the West End) in Neil Simon's Chapter Two.  

Long time pal, Maureen Lipman regaled us at dinner following her performance in the four generation play My Mother Said I Never Should by giving us our own private  performance of the play's final act which, unfortunately, could not be performed on stage the night we went to the play as an audience member had fallen and could not be moved until an ambulance arrived. Since that took approximately an hour, the remainder of the play was canceled for the night.

This cancelation thing was becoming a pattern for us since the night before, Sharon and I were in the audience of the revival of Funny Girl when, less than 15 minutes in, the fire curtain was rung down with an announcement made that "due to technical difficulties" the show was being terminated for the rest of the performance. 

There is no truth to the rumor that Sharon and I were in the theatre only nights before when Glenn Close had to leave that West End production of Sunset Boulevard in order to be hospitalized for the better part of a week. Too bad, though. We might have set a record... or at least started some serious gossip to the effect that either someone had better quickly cast Sharon in something... anything... before she single-handedly wrecked the entire West End theatrical season.

Back to Funny Girl. I have never been more relieved to prematurely leave a theatre in my life. As stated, it was about 15 minutes into the show when it was brought to a stop. Twelve minutes earlier I leaned over to Sharon and said "this is going to be a very long night." My comment was based on the performance by the "actress" in the lead role of Fanny Brice... one of America's great stars who was made even more famous by an even greater star, Barbra Streisand.  50 years ago, in what I believe was the second or third night after the opening, I sat in a fourth row aisle seat to witness one of the great theatrical events of my lifetime. Did I write "sat"? Mostly I was on my feet, cheering an unbelievable performance by a contemporary of mine who would go on to become one of the great icons of her time.

Half a century later I was now watching, on one of London's most venerable stages, a veritable plethora of bad acting choices, all being made by one individual, whose only connection to Fanny Brice or Barbra Streisand, other than gender, would have to be chutzpah. There have been rumors that "star" (Sheridan Smith) was in one way or another incapacitated by emotional exhaustion, or drink, or ???? I know nothing about that. Drunk or sober, overwrought or just plain tired... none of that was the issue for me. This kewpie doll cutie was making choices... acting choices... that were so off-base, so far from what the Funny Girl complexities call for, that I found it offensive.  Sharon and I were both happy to get out of that theatre early.

For a "relief" we were off to see People, Places and Things with an Olivier winner, Denise Gough in the lead. A pal of ours calls it "People, Places and Shouting" and that is what it basically is. The thing starts out  at a rehab center on such a high intensity note that there is no place to go... nothing to build toward... modulation is not attempted,  nor is it achieved. Broadway... particularly Hamilton... has nothing to fear from these West Enders.

Now, back in the States there is some news of a positive nature... The Trials of Rosie O'Neill is going to be reissued as sort of the caboose being pulled by the very powerful train known as The Good Wife.  In the not so old days, we used to say "Before Thelma & Louise there was Cagney & Lacey and before The Good Wife there was The Trials of Rosie O'Neill." Now the four C&L movies we call The Menopause Years are coming out again along with... for the very first time since the initial exposure in 1990/'91... the highest rated and best reviewed series of that Freshman season... The Trials of Rosie O'Neill

It has been too long coming and, if you can stand to watch a show where the lead doesn't grab for a cell phone every few minutes, I promise you will be entertained and happily surprised at just how current it all is. Besides that... my wife looks (and is) brilliant in it.

No apologies.

Barney Rosenzweig

Monday, June 6, 2016

Hillary Clinton fundraiser | Our 25th Wedding Anniversary (part 1)

Never open with an apology. That dictum was pounded into me and my fellow students, both in the public school system of my youth and later, in courses I took at the University of Southern California. Having now begun this treatise with a statement, followed by attendant references,  I feel comfortable with this segue into an apology.

It has been too long since my last blog... you, dear reader, might remember... the one where I promised to blog more frequently? Well, maybe you don't remember. Maybe you are not even out there or maybe you just don't give a damn. It was that sort of thinking that brought me to making  the apology, but then there is the part about an apology which attempts to excuse why you did (or didn't) do the thing that precipitated the apology in the first place ... sort of negating the apology ( a non-apology apology). Have you now re-read this paragraph three times? It may be the only way to even partially understand it. Do not feel poorly about this. It is the fault of the author, and for that I also... you guessed it... apologize.

I am back at the blog thing now mostly because at a recent event... a fund raiser for Hillary Clinton (of which more, later)... I met a woman who told me she enjoyed my blogs. It doesn't take much to encourage me.  This all too singular "blog fan" even complimented me on my book, Cagney & Lacey... and Me.  (For those of you who have somehow let the purchase of this tome slip from the top of your to-do list, we still have some available via the Cagney & Lacey website, complete with a personalized autograph by the author).... I know, I know. Shameless.

The aforementioned Hillary fund raiser was at the spectacular midtown Manhattan penthouse apartment of Paul Boskind, one of Hillary's major supporters who (among other accomplishments) is a Tony Award winning producer  for The Normal Heart.  For this Hillary Do, in the heart of the Broadway theatrical district, Mr. Boskind hosted about 50 folk who came to support the candidacy of the former First Lady/ Senator/ Secretary of State.  

Sharon Gless, Tyne Daly and I were the there-in-person "draw." We sold autographed-on-the-spot Cagney & Lacey box sets for a thousand dollars apiece, dinners with Sharon and Tyne for over triple that amount, and auctioned off some other stuff, making the evening very worthwhile for the campaign, entertaining (I thought) for those gathered, and gratifying to our troika. We took pride in what we did that night and were warmed by the fact that after all these years, there were still people out there whose lives we have touched and who enjoyed spending time in our company. Win-win.

(left to right) Barney, Tyne and Sharon at the Hillary Clinton fund raiser in New York
Photo credit: John V Fahey 
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While on the subject of politics.... yet another apology. In an earlier blog I underestimated Donald Trump's staying power in the race for the Presidency of the United States by forgetting one of the basic beliefs I have about the American electorate. Simply stated... I have often said that "American voters may not be very well informed, or even particularly bright, but they do know how to watch television." Donald Trump is good Television, and I should have given him plenty of points for that. I didn't, and that was "my bad."

Just before the Hillary event in New York, Sharon and I celebrated the 25th anniversary of our marriage by taking a week-long trip to London to visit with old friends. 

Sharon especially wanted to get to England in time to attend the opening night of a new musical based on Travels With My Aunt by Graham Greene. The book for the show was written by pals Ron Cowen & Daniel Lipman, the very same award winning gentlemen who wrote and produced the American version of Queer as Folk, in which Sharon was featured for five years on SHOWTIME.  

The new musical was opening at the theatrical festival in Chichester, some 80 plus miles from London. Heathrow was the nearest airport and there was not a hotel room or even a tiny Inn with a vacancy in the entire community. The Chicester festival, it seems, is a very big deal. Who knew? Our flight from Miami was delayed so we were five hours at the Miami airport before taking off, then the eight hour flight itself, only to be informed that the train to the English countryside was inoperative due to a labor strike.  

To this news we easily adjusted. A cab ride to our London hotel to dump the luggage, a quick shower and we were back in a cab... at rush hour... to travel the (hopefully) two hour slog to Chichester. We arrived seven minutes before curtain time. Settled into our seats and enjoyed the production. At the post party we reveled a bit with Ron and Dan, who seemed delighted that we made the trek, not only from America to England, but also to Chichester. We met all the cast members of the show, and then taxied our way back to London, arriving at our hotel a little over 20 hours from the time we had left our Miami home. We slept well the next day. 

More from England in the very next blog, which will be right along. 


Barney Rosenzweig