I Remember When - A Ghost Tale About ten years ago I was doing a show at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. It's the largest arts festival in the world and was a lot of fun. The culture, the beauty of Scotland, the insanity of this huge festival, bed and breakfasts and so many little stories to tell. One of the actors in the company was Larry Eisenburgh. He's an actor, director, writer and one of the funniest people I've ever met. We flew the 16 hours from Los Angeles to Heathrow in London together sharing many stories and jokes. We quickly became fast friends. He's a character actor and has been on soap operas and sitcoms but best of all he is "theater" through and through. About four months after this story takes place, I was sitting outside of work on a bench when Larry and a friend walk up. Larry says, "This is my friend Murray, he's the narrator for my film." I shook his hand and we sat and began shooting the breeze, mostly talking about Larry's film that he wrote and directed. Finally I see Murray in profile and it hits me. It's F. Murray Abraham! He won a Best Actor Oscar for Amadeus! I did my best to keep my cool and just visit and chat. So, after the show is over at the Festival, most of the actors and crew were staying on for a few days to see the festival, visit Europe and most were flying over to Amsterdam to enjoy legal prostitution and legal hash and weed. Now, I was raised with a strong moral ethic which, try as I might, I've never been able to shake -- so I decided to pass on the prostitutes in Amsterdam. I wanted to take the train up to the Loch Ness and see the famous monster! As it turned out, Larry was interested in the same so we bought tickets, got reservations at a great bed and breakfast and next thing you know ... we are on a train! The train ride was great, finally seeing the country-side of Scotland --- I think it took a piece of my soul when I visited, it was so gorgeous. The car we were sitting in was like a booth at Denny's. Just two benches are facing each other with a table in between. Soon enough, two little old ladies come sit across from us. Mentally, I groan thinking this might drag down the experience. Boy, was I wrong! These cheerful little birds appear to be drinking tea; they've tea cups and saucers. But I soon notice that they have hip flasks! They are sneaking scotch whiskey into their cups! "Joost a wee dram to warm up tha' tea." Certainly we all know I can't write accents, but these ladies were so funny and charming. And then the best thing happened: they began telling ghost stories. I kid you not, it was so cool to hear these two little ladies, bopped in the afternoon, telling a couple of americans some local ghost stories from the area! I Remember When I was riding a train up to see the Loch Ness Monster and being entertained by these two Scottish ladies with local ghost stories.