When Annie Potts first called, I had just gotten some news I sort of expected*, but it still made me, let’s say, “out of sorts” for a bit. To the point I missed her call, which I have never done before. After apologizing profusely to every publicist involved, we rescheduled for the following Friday and, well, she never called. You know what? Touché. Now “even Steven,” we gave it one more shot the following week. I am very glad this happened.