I have been enjoying Carrie Fisher’s autobiography “Wishful Drinking.”  She’s (for lack of a better expression) a “stitch.”  I hung out with her once at the St. Regis hotel at 3:00 AM.  That’s a long story.  It’s not in her book, sorry.  Perhaps in a future blog entry.  From me, not her.  I doubt she remembers.  Though she gave me a t-shirt.