Being a one car family, much of my life is spent in the car, driving people around, dropping them off, picking them up and yes, I admit, often driving them crazy. It occurred to me the other night that my life bears a certain modest similarity to that of a talk show host although probably not as much Leno as Mike Douglas but still. People get in and I ask them what’s new. A little light banter, a recap of their latest projects, we show a few film clips. As people get in and out of the front seat, people move up from or back to the backseat, sort of like moving from the chair to the couch and it wouldn’t surprise me a bit if Joey Heatherton or Martin Short were to show up, sliding into the front seat and changing the radio station, although the question, I suppose, is where they would want to go. EGA had a friend in high school whose mother would pick her up from school with warm from the oven home-made cookies and thermoses of cold milk. Now that I think about it, she is much more likely than I to attract the celebrity guests. After all, even Carson had refreshments.