After some rather pointless chitter-chatter in which I gathered she wanted the script rewritten entirely from page one and retooled for her, Joan turned to the producer and asked to speak to him alone.
I knew the end was nigh. I sat in the car until Trabulis joined me. ”It’s over,” I said. He nodded. ”What did she say?” I asked. ”She said you’re a depressed Jew,” said Trabulis.
Joan, as we know, was ever direct and, in this case, she was probably right. At that point in my life, I was fairly depressed. I’m not now. Part of the reason is that I’m more like Joan Rivers these days. I’m more honest, with myself and others. I mean — what’s to lose? That’s what Joan taught us, not to mention life itself. It was also the root of her humor.
