I have an interesting link to the man.

At one point in my life, I worked as a cater-waiter for a terrific chef named Thomas Symon. David's wife, Rita, would sometimes hire Tom to cater Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve. I'd always accept those gigs because they paid double-time.

Anyway, whenever I worked for the Milch Family, David was always very pleasant. And very generous. A cater-waiter truly appreciates a great tipper!

At that house, I'd see famous faces from a few of David's television shows. Particularly actors from NYPD Blue. I recall seeing Steven Bochco too.

What I didn't know about are the various addictions that were holding David hostage.

This memoir introduced me to the REAL David Milch.

Not just the rich and famous TV series creator/writer.

The PERSON.

Intellectually, I know that no man is his profession. But usually, you don't know a person beyond his profession. What goes on behind his closed doors is off-limits to our knowledge.

I was moved to read this book because I've spent time in his presence.

In his home.

Around his wife.

Around his children.

Around his beloved dogs.

Yet never knew ONE thing about his internal and external battles.

At 78 years of age, David has truly lived one helluva life. And he has been immeasurably blessed to have his wife, Rita, by his side.

Rita Stern Milch is the LIVING definition of a wife who has stood by her husband...

For better, for worse: his addiction to heroin.

For richer, for poorer: he lost millions unbeknownst to her due to gambling.

In sickness and in health: since 2019, he has been living with Alzheimer's in an assisted-living residence. 

I wish the entire Milch family well. 

May goodness and mercy embrace them for the remainder of their earthly existence.

And thank you, Mr. David Milch, for all the incredible hours of television entertainment and enlightenment you've bestowed upon us.

A thorough book review appears HERE.