I know this is going to sound corny, but I love my life. I love my baby, so I love getting to wake up with him. And I have the most amazing job, with writing that any actor would love and costars who I can’t wait to see on Monday mornings. And I love coming home to my husband.
To be honest, when I’m home, every day is a Friday for me. It doesn’t really matter what day it is for me. A lot of my friends actually have time off during the week, and so it doesn’t prohibit me from enjoying myself when I am home on a Monday or a Tuesday.
On one level, nothing’s really changed in my life. I still drive my daughter in the car pool on Monday. But it’s impossible not to be aware of this rush of attention; it’s impossible not to be seduced by it once you’ve entered into it, seduced by being unhappy when the attention wanes.
I obviously take a lot of pride in what I do on the football field, because that has the ability to influence a lot of people. That puts smiles on people’s faces. That gives people a pep in their step on Monday morning when they go back to work.
I owed Lewis one thing, at least. Once you had suffered the experience of presenting a case at one of his Monday morning conferences, no other public appearance, whether on radio, TV or the lecture platform, could hold any terrors for you.
Well, I had started a program which is even longer running than this one in 1967 which was a jazz program called The Best of Jazz and that still goes out on Monday nights. That’s been going for 33 years or something.
It’s not trickle down economics. The problem that the president has is that he’s rudderless on the economy. I mean, he doesn’t quite know what to do. It’s a wake-up on Monday and try to figure it out. It takes time to turn a supertanker, so you need to know where you need to go.