Ray Stone called me from California. "This place is great," he said. "You should come down. I can see the fireworks from Disneyland." Fuckin' guy. If you don't know Ray Stone, well you are a nobody. Cause Ray Stone knows everybody. He was having dinner with Rich Little and Dick Van Dyke the other night, he said. "What the..." was all I could say. Who has dinner with Dick Van Dyke? Dick was regaling him with the story about the time, a few months back, when he was driving along and smelled smoke. He pulled over to text his wife for help and a swarm of do-gooders, thinking he was asleep -- or dead -- dragged him out of the car. Good thing they did, he said. A few minutes later, the car caught on fire. Ray liked it so much, he drew a cartoon. That was a good one, Ray said. You might wonder if Ray is making up these stories, but he always has photographic proof. Here he is with Dick and Rich mugging for the camera. He went on Pierre...
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