This isalovely piece. All that Jazz isamovie I’ve watched many times and feel great affection for.Iremember watching that Oscar show (I was also 10 that year) but mostly because of the kid from Kramer vs. Kramer and Miss Piggy. And nowIreally have to apologize for making my comment all about me but here it is. My dad was alsoasuccessful working writer (in television, in the 60s in Canada and in the 70s and 80s in the US.) His name was M. Charles Cohen and he wrote, among other things, two episodes of the miniseries Roots.Ithink your essay is the first thing I’ve ever read that captures the surreality of that part of my childhood — the weirdness of havingasense of place, vicarious as it was, in the ghost world of Hollywood.Ihadahard time with my father’s death in 1997 (also from smoking related cancer) and am still cautious whenIrevisit my memories of the times he took me with him when he was working in LA, in NY, and on one memorable occasion, in Minneapolis, MN) and of the times he was up for various awards, including the Emmy, but your essay made it feel good to remember. So thank you, to both you and your dad, for writing things that touched my heart.