The first time I went back to CBS, I was nervous. I hadn’t taken ten steps inside the building when I ran into Sonny. We stood facing each other in the corridor like gunslingers from High Noon. “Hello, Swifty,” he said, pulling a funny face. He then started to laugh, so I did too. That’s how bizarre our connection was. When he wasn’t being a dick, Sonny Bono was so amusing I could almost love him.
