I was 10 years old when I played a local Okinawan kid in Teahouse of the August Moon. Hooked. Dreamt of Los Angeles. Wore a Dodger cap. Watched 77 Sunset Strip. Then life happened.
I was 54 when I played Ernest in a four character one-act here in L.A. A welcome relapse.
I’m grateful and a half to have been part of the cast of Vice, A Country Christmas Story, Monk, and We’re Alive, an award-winning podcast. And other stuff, too. From Bad Chickens to a bad Vice-president. And whatever’s next.