“The Brady Bunch” House
Sunday, December 16th, 2007
The house chosen in the Spring of 1969 to be used for all exterior shots in the hip-yet-square TV series The Brady Bunch still stands unassumingly in Burbank, California deep in the heart of the San Fernando Valley. The widow who owned the house at the time was paid a very modest sum for its usage, and exterior shots from every angle were gathered. These initial shots were recylced for the entire five-year duration of the series. Although the house wasn’t a two-story dwelling that would match the already-designed interior, producers didn’t care because it captured so well the look of the California middle-class that was trying to be conveyed. In order to correct this slight problem, the answer was to simply add a phony window to the upper level. Read the rest of this entry »
I didn’t expect to have any more celebrity encounters this late in the year, but when Bob sent me an email and the subject was “Caroline Kennedy book signing get your ass there!” – I knew that I better make my best effort to cross paths with her. Caroline is of course the daughter and only remaining living child of President John F. Kennedy. She lived in the White House from just after her third birthday until just after her sixth – when her father was assassinated in Dallas. She herself went on to become a successful attorney and author, and I might I add, quite a natural beauty. 
I don’t have a whole lot of distinct memories of the Summer of ’76. At the age of four, my mind was just beginning to retain some of the events going on around me. I had been granted a little sister in April and was surely enjoying watching her grow and become a bit more sturdy so that I could handle her more frequently. My life on Echo Hill was a happy one – an existence where I could walk across the street and play with my best friend Andrea Ferrenberg, scurry back through the woods behind her house, traipse through our huge outdoor garden, watch my favorite shows like Gilligan’s Island on TV, play records and reel-to-reel tapes at will, and spend time with my Grandparents and extended family. Soon I would be attending pre-school and the unbridled freedom would come to a screeching halt. 
In addition to the autograph request I sent to