Sunday morning, I arrive in Studio 4, open the two singing doors, I'm in awe of the Dean Martin set. There's action between the stage manager, camera men, boom mike, stage hands moving equipment, yep, I'm part of the Dean Martin Show. First the "blocking" begins. Greg Garrison stands in for Dean. The guys in the control room are following the production script. I could do a pretty good Dean Martin impersonation, since I memorized all of the lyrics on Dean's first album, I kept watching Garrison, hoping he would say "Mike" stand here and act like Dean. Never happened. A few hours later, excitement starts, Dean's in the building off to his dressing room. The morning moved quickly, the audience slowly comes in for rehearsal and taping. I'm glued to my spot next to Dean. Kenny Lane is traveling back and forth from "Les Brown and his band of Renown," "magic" is about to happen. Dean walks in, climbs the stairs, goes up to the "fire pole," the intro. Dean slides down holding a cigerette, bounces over to his stool, the audience is mesmorized, Dean," You know I slept like a baby last night, I woke up this morning with a bottle in my mouth." You know, the president of NBC sent me a present last night, Candy, the girl from the movie." "You know....of course you know, you would'nt be here unless you know, I might be married but I'm not a finatic about it." "I want thank the Mayor of Beverly Hills he changed the street signs on my block, to Crawl and Don't Crawl." The audence was hysterical. "Jeannie and I never took a honey moon, she's going in June and I'm going in July!" Every time he told a joke, he looked me and the makeup guy, to see if we got it. Dino, looking at me? Wow!!!!
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