Going back to the days of Martin Forrest, I have an interesting—or should I say terrifying—story.
Going back to the days of Martin Forrest, I have an interesting—or should I say terrifying—story.
We flew the cheapest we could —Southwest. I had stripped and gotten through security, which is no longer a problem. However, trying to prop myself up against a wall and get my shoes on and tied is still a problem.
Ralph Franklin, publisher of this magazine and longtime filmmaker and agent, got quite a surpise on his birthday in the Sierra.