Larry David’s conversational quirk.

Several months ago we were at a fundraiser for Emerson College/Los Angeles

at the mountaintop home of mega-producer Norman Lear.  Mysteriously, just

as President Lee Pelton finished his remarks, and dinner was still hot on our

plates, producer Larry David got up… and strode toward the front door.  At

first I thought he was on his way to the bathroom, but when he never came back, I

realized he’d left the party.  I was relieved to read that it wasn’t us — it was how

Larry David rolls…  I wanted the President of Emerson to know that it wasn’t

anything we did, so I send him the PEOPLE magazine clipping along with a note.

I think he’ll be as happy as I was to know “it wasn’t me, it was you”.