When you haven't spoken to your pal and your pal lives across the United States you and your pal can yack for hours on the phone about everything and feel like they're right in the next room.

Sheila and I had a conversation last night that included politics, books, dating, men, women, Marilyn Monroe, Strasberg, acting in general, Ann Bancroft and her lip synching skills, Barrack and Hillary, and odds and ends about our lives ad our careers. There's nothing better than chatting with an old friend.

And then, out of the blue, in the middle of a heated political point, Sheila said something about having "One Legged Inuit Day..."

...and the half donut I was putting in my mouth spit across the room and landed on the floor next to the cat.

It was the best time I've had on the phone that I can remember. Sheila needs to live closer. Period.