Australia, what a concept...


I moved to Australia from the U.S. when I was fifty. The transition looked deceptively simple. After all, I’d visited there a half-dozen times, I knew my way around, and the Aussies speak English—how hard could it be? I quickly found there’s a big difference between being a tourist in a country and having to make a serious go of it. This blog covers what I had to learn the first few years in order to survive.
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Friday, August 15, 2008

Remembering Bernie Mac


This has little to do with Australia, but I was working on the Bernie Mac Show the year we were applying for Australian migration. In fact most of my DIMA forms were written in the camera office next to Bernie's dressing room.

Bernie died this week. He was only 50. He was a very nice, sweet, caring man. That might not seem like the edgy, politically incorrect image he projected, but that was truly what he was: funny, irreverant, but thoroughly decent. He told the truth the about life the way he saw it. He never forgot his roots but enjoyed his accomplishments and the position in life he'd achieved. A real loss, he had a lot more to give the world. Last time I saw him was when I visited the set our first trip back to the US in '04. He remembered me, invited me into his dressing room. He put on his oxygen tubes and wanted to know how I'd been. He was truly larger than life. He loved to walk around the set singing in his falsetto: "You can stick it in the crack of yo' ass..." I can still hear him. I'll miss him. If there is a heaven I'll look forward to seeing him again...and having a good laugh.

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