As most of my readers know, I spent more than 20 years working as a reporter with the National Enquirer and other tabloids. This blog relates stories of my adventures and misadventures during those years.
Death of Sammy Davis Jr.
In the course of my career as a Hollywood reporter, I spent countless days and weeks on death watch stories, when the US and world press—depending on the degree of fame of the subject—would congregate outside the home or the hospital where the star was lying on his/her deathbed. But nothing had prepared me
Me and Bob Hope
I had grown up with Bob Hope. When I was a child growing up in the hills of North Alabama in the early forties, I was an avid reader of Bob Hope comic books. On late night TV, I had watched most of the movies he had made with Bing Crosby and others, and in
Remembering Kukla, Fran and Ollie!
(Editor’s note: As most of my readers know, I spent 30 years working as a reporter with the National Enquirer and other tabloids. This is one of my personal experiences during those years.) No single story I ever wrote for the tabloids touched my heart in quite the same way as a deathbed interview with
R.I.P Burt Reynolds
I see Burt Reynolds has passed on over to the other side. Right now, somewhere up there in heaven, just east of Eden, ole Burt is doing 130 mph in that Camaro and running from Jackie Gleason. He was one of many celebs I chased back in the day. In the late seventies, Burt had
