The House of Representatives passed a climate bill the other day. It is a big deal. There was plenty of horse-trading, in order to secure a majority that, unfortunately, served mostly to weaken the bill. Having said that, it is a seminal moment in the history of our country, and will, I think, affect the debate on climate change everywhere. We really do lead the world, whether we like it or not.

I used to see Michael Jackson some Friday nights in the late 1970's and early eighties. He was a fan of our show, "Taxi", and he used to sit in the booth, above the stage, and watch the taping. This was on the Paramount lot, where I was first chasing fame. Fame was a bit different in those days. There were only three networks, no cable, no reality shows, less movies made, and far less coverage of celebrity. This is before ET and People Magazine, etc. That's not to say we weren't interested, we were, but the level of interest hadn't reached the frenzy it has today. This was also before "Thriller" and more importantly the "moonwalk". That moment when the audience stopped and gasped at what they saw. I remember watching it at home. It was the 25th Motown Anniversary show. I was a huge Motown fan and had the show playing in the background. I had first heard "Billie Jean", on my way to work. I remember parking in my spot at Paramount, and sitting there while the song finished. I went into the stage and asked Marilu Henner if she had heard this new song by Michael Jackson. We both agreed it was great.

I protested in the late sixties and early seventies. It was when I was in college in the midwest, and the country was consumed with controversy. The Vietnam war was raging and the draft had us all afraid we would end up like the friends we had who didn't make it back. At the time, I was torn. My father was a decorated WWII veteran and, I was of a mind, that my country needed me. But I was against a war that seemed to make no sense, unless you were an ideologue. A seemingly, unjust war that was taking too many of my friends. So we protested. We marched, and sat in, and spoke our minds. Speaking truth to power was what believed in, and, that we could change the world. It is amazing to be part of something like that.

Father's Day. If you look up, "father", in a large dictionary, you will find, it is one of three long entries. The other two long entries are for the words, "fate", and "fault". I thought that was interesting because, fate plays a hand in which father you get, and as we all know, it's always the old man's fault.

I find myself disappointed this morning. I was hoping that the people of Iran would vote along the lines of the recent election in Lebanon. I was hoping that The Iranians would turn out Ahmadinejad and vote in the more moderate Moussavi. It has been announced they didn't.

Welcome to my first written blog. Gee, I love that kind of talk. I always thought that there should be a written component to Daily Danza, although, it is easier just talking into a camera. I am not the greatest typist and my thoughts go much faster than my fingers. On a positive note, it is a way to keep you from seeing what I look like at most times. For almost all of my career, I have always been seen, only after "hair and makeup", as we say in the business. Gee, I love that kind of talk too. Believe me, I've always thought it was imperative that I looked my best, but now, with the passing of time, I mean as I get older, and the attitude of the net, I don't worry about it that nearly as much. So writing stuff may be the answer. Don't worry I will continue to regale you with my stubble. {At the moment, I am struggling with whether to use an electric or a blade, so I do neither}.