True Topanga Canyon story: It was around ’84, maybe ’85. I was platonically chummy with Kathryn, a whipsmart production executive, a woman with a good heart who suffered no fools. She was sharing a sizable home in Topanga Canyon with a couple of others, and every so often would invite friends over on a Saturday or Sunday. I attended a couple of these schmoozers. Filmmakers, publicists, producers, writers, production veterans...late 20s to late 30s.