When I was in New York doing
One Life to Live (1968), I'd work out at the gym
during the day. I'd turn up the TV while I was on the treadmill to see
what was going on on "Days". It was a strange, otherworldly experience.
Jack was dead, but I was alive. I'd yell at the TV set, "I'm here! I'm
here!" It was like a bad dream.