Or rather, he’s thinking about being on TV. Apparently, some cable channel is planning a reality show tentatively titled “Act II” about a group of former stars who’ve moved on to something a little bigger and better than repeated Betty Ford rehab stints or mug shot posing in the Smoking Gun Hall of Fame. And even though I’m still undecided on how I really feel about all of this, I mean, part of me is going, “TV!” While the other part is going, “TV?” The thing is, my dad is actually considering it. In fact he’s more than considering it, he’s actually moving forward with the plan, having already gathered a team of lawyers, agents, stylists, and publicists who are poring over every last detail on that proposed contract. And the last time we spoke he happened to mention that if all went well, then he was just days away from signing. And after listening to all of that, and forcing myself to try and get used to the idea before rushing to judgment, I finally just took a deep breath and voiced all of my concerns, at which point he did his best to assure me that:   1.   He would do everything in his power not to embarrass me on national television.
