Recently, I hosted a book-signing here in Los Angeles. If you’ve never had the experience, my advice is that you not press your luck. For openers, there’s the matter of sending out invitations. You don’t want to send them out too early, running the risk that people will forget. On the other hand, you don’t want to wait too long, lest they make other plans.

Once the invitations are sent, you have to sit and wait for people to respond, and “wait” is the operative word. In L.A., people don’t like to commit too soon just in case something better pops up. Finally, because you need a rough estimate in order to know how much wine, cheese, cokes and cookies, to supply, you send out reminders.

Because this particular book store uses an outdoor courtyard for these events, you’re not only going crazy waiting for people to respond, you’re spending half your time on your knees praying it won’t rain on that special day.

About a week before the book-signing was scheduled to take place, I calculated that slightly over 100 people would be showing up, and I shopped accordingly.

The book in question, “The Secret of Their Success,” is a collection of interviews I began doing back around 1992. But even after I’d done more than 60, I’d been unable to find a publisher. Then, last October, a publisher found me. While searching for something or other on the internet, she’d come across an article I’d written in which I mentioned that in spite of having interviewed the likes of Gerald Ford, Billy Wilder, Jerry Herman, Steve Allen, George Carlin, Art Linkletter, Henry Mancini, Judith Krantz and Sid Caesar, and having probably been the last person to have interviewed Gene Kelly, Sammy Cahn, G. David Schine and Ginger Rogers, the book had been spurned by any number of publishers who hadn’t even wanted to look at it. She sent me an e-mail, asking if it was still available and, if so, she was interested.

We decided I’d conduct a slew of additional interviews. That allowed me to add several friends and notable acquaintances, including Pat Sajak, David Horowitz, Jamie Farr, Michael Medved, Dick Van Patten, Dennis Prager, Ronn Owens, William Peter Blatty, Bernard Goldberg, Melanie Morgan, Lionel Chetwynd, Roger Simon and Ward Connerly.

At the event, someone asked me which of the 78 interviews had made the biggest impression on me, imagining, I assume, that I’d probably mention President Ford or perhaps Gene Kelly or Ginger Rogers, but I had to admit it was actress/singer Andrea Marcovicci. It wasn’t what she said, as interesting as that may have been, but, rather, the circumstances of our conversation.

In most cases, these chats took place in the homes of my subjects. Ms. Marcovicci, however, suggested meeting for tea at four in the afternoon at a restaurant she liked.

The place was nearly empty when I arrived. I took a seat where I could keep an eye on the entrance. After about 20 minutes, I began to worry, so I went up to the front desk to ask the manager if the lady had called and left a message for me. He said that she hadn’t, and then, looking past me, suggested that the lady seated near the rear of the place appeared to be her. I turned around and saw the back of a woman who was seated across the table from an elderly man who appeared to be having either an early dinner or a very late lunch.

Because Ms. Marcovicci had very long, very black hair in the movies, I didn’t believe this woman with rather short, auburn hair could possibly be her. Still, having nothing better to do, I sauntered past their table and made a casual u-turn. But even when I saw her face, I wasn’t certain. After all, why would she be sitting with this old fellow with her back to the door?

In any case, I paused at their table and said, “Pardon me, but are you Andrea Marcovicci?” Continued...