From ShowBiz To Sunday School
An Extra Story (part two) For lunch, she went home to feed Harry, Sally, and Joe, and when she returned had more stories to tell. It seems Joe doesn’t care for split peas soup, but Sally loves it, “she...
From ShowBiz To Sunday School
An Extra Story (part one) The extra business had its share of real characters. And some for one reason or another had made themselves well known among the rank-and-file. I was on a rather large call on the...
From Show Biz to Sunday School
FROM SHOW BIZ TO SUNDAY SCHOOL Sharon Leann Wyatt’s autobiography BEACH BLANKET BIMBOS (Concluding) As I immerged from the trailer, I was looked at very strangely for the rest of the day, and no one did the part that I...
From Show Biz to Sunday School
FROM SHOW BIZ TO SUNDAY SCHOOL Sharon Leann Wyatt’s autobiography BEACH BLANKET BIMBOS (Part Four) The whole feeling of the show I loathed. I had worked on it several times before this particular occasion, and even when not being in...
From Show Biz to Sunday School
FROM SHOW BIZ TO SUNDAY SCHOOL Sharon Leann Wyatt’s autobiography BEACH BLANKET BIMBOS (part two) So the bikini became a necessary part of the extras wardrobe. I went out of my way to find something not too small, a discrete...
From Show Biz to Sunday School
From Show Biz to Sunday School By Sharon Leann Wyatt aka Sharon Leigh LINDA AND THE BARROOM BRAWL part 3 Once again Linda gave it her all, but her effort was in vain. The action was still going strong all...
From Show Biz to Sunday School
From Show Biz to Sunday School By Sharon Leann Wyatt aka Sharon Leigh LINDA AND THE BARROOM BRAWL (Part Two) A candy glass window was getting a paint touch up. Stunt girls were putting on their flat shoes. One diminutive...
From Show Biz to Sunday School
THE BACK LOT (part three) Another part of Hollywood that this little trek revealed, and that has always intrigued me are the sets one finds on most of the shows that I have worked on. It is fascinating to see...
From Show Biz to Sunday School
THE BACK LOT (part two) I couldn’t resist. A smile broadened as temptation alter my course, luring me to cross the bridge that led to this port-of-call. I had to watch my step, as some of the wooden planks were...