In a car. My father, Telly Savalas, is driving. A young Richard is there. My age varies.
On vacation, driving along a coastal road to visit a famous house designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. I have dreamed about this house. Or I saw it with Ray in Alabama.
Sulking. Telly stops the car. He has two movie tickets. I know the movie will be violent. I tell him from the back seat of the car that I do not want to see the movie. He gets in the back of the car behind the driver's seat. He makes a big production of the fact that he cannot reach the steering wheel from the back seat, implying I should drive. I ask him why he is being an ass.
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