Before two games in 1986 I hung out with the salty-tongued LA Dodgers manager in his office under Dodger Stadium. This is the X-rated version of my quality time with one of the nicest celebrities I ever met. “I get these fucking invitations to weddings,” Tommy Lasorda was saying, his bare feet propped on his…

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In April of 1988, when the Soviet Union’s evil empire was teetering and the Berlin Wall was about to fall, I caught up with my brother Dan’s touring rock band Kingdom Come in Germany. One of the articles I wrote for the L.A. Times was my search for a popular cafeteria in shabby East Berlin.…

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