Just this morning, I learned of the passing of an old friend, Gail Kobe.  Gail was not only the producer responsible for my stints on both Guiding Light and The Bold and The Beautiful, she was a fine actress in her own right.  I still smile when I catch her in an old Twilight Zone, Mission Impossible, Outer Limits, Bewitched, etc. and I always will.  I had an old James Dean sweatshirt that I wore all the time, she never missed the opportunity to point out that she had been in East of Eden - I'll have to see if I can find a Gail Kobe sweatshirt.  Safe journeys, Ma'am. R.I.P.

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