12/13/22 Newsletter #186 The Crack of Dawn On Hercules and Xena I became very good friends with the assistant coordinator, Edith. She went strictly by just Edith. She was the crew’s shorthaired, militant lesbian, and since it was 30 years ago, she was the only one. Edith was awesome. She drove an old Holden, the only 8-cylinder muscle car available down there in New Zealand and Australia, and she had an 80-pound pit bull named after Kali, the Hindu goddess of war. Edith would pick me up at the airport at 6:00 AM (after a 12-hour flight), give me a thick manila envelope of the script, the script changes, the schedule, a bunch of other stuff, and since we were friends and she understood me, an ounce of tasty New Zealand weed.
The Crack of Dwn
The Crack of Dwn
The Crack of Dwn
12/13/22 Newsletter #186 The Crack of Dawn On Hercules and Xena I became very good friends with the assistant coordinator, Edith. She went strictly by just Edith. She was the crew’s shorthaired, militant lesbian, and since it was 30 years ago, she was the only one. Edith was awesome. She drove an old Holden, the only 8-cylinder muscle car available down there in New Zealand and Australia, and she had an 80-pound pit bull named after Kali, the Hindu goddess of war. Edith would pick me up at the airport at 6:00 AM (after a 12-hour flight), give me a thick manila envelope of the script, the script changes, the schedule, a bunch of other stuff, and since we were friends and she understood me, an ounce of tasty New Zealand weed.