Mr. Coleman was in the booth next to us eating a steak at Dan Tana’s. He has a cut named after him there. I really hoped he was eating the Dabney Coleman. I pictured him saying to the waiter “I’ll have me, medium rare.” But I knew that didn’t happen. He was older, his salt and pepper hair turned completely white, and he was dining alone. But he was drunk in a good, jovial way and he enjoyed hitting on my producer. I could tell he was happy. And if Dabney Coleman was happy, then everything must be all right.

June 15th, 2008