SNL spoofed me and my column but 35 years later Im still here

This is “Saturday Night Live’s” 50th anniversary.They peed on me long ago.

It was no mazel tov.Since I still have that same Gucci jacket I wore when they urinated on me, maybe that’s a small mazel-tov-let.My late husband was — like our friend Ronald Reagan — president of USA craft union AGVA, that’s American Guild of Variety Artists.

Reagan out west for Screen Actors Guild.Joey Adams on the east.

We were for variety performers.1961 President Kennedy sent Joey with a troupe to Southeast Asia.Entertain.

Make them like us.They liked us.

But “SNL” wouldn’t know all this.Their photo hangs in my personal toilet.May it flush forever.

The show’s still here.Me, too.

Vietnam, too.My rethinking that newly reminds me of those tough times we had.Saigon’s Tan Son Nhat airport a state of emergency.

A grenade hit near our Air France arrival.Nobody thought we would make it.

Viet Cong wars were in play.The north, Commies.

South, anti-Commies.Armed terror.

Guerilla warfare.Driving past Cua Dong Cho-Moiu, the block of bazaars, our Army escort veered off, waved goodbye — and our troupe was left alone.Bomb squad on Night 3.Barricades.

Americans killed in dark streets.Interpreters rehearsed us.

Only sound? Our hearts beating.Left behind we saw old-fashioned silver-rimmed Ben Franklin eyeglasses.And tortoise shell compacts, handbags.The Mekong overflows annually.

Transport was canoe.No lanes.

No streets.Muddy brown water.

Benches pushed together to make beds.A bamboo house floated downstream.

Grass leaf huts floated alongside.  Subscribe to our daily Post Opinion newsletter! Please provide a valid email address.By clicking above you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy.

Never miss a story.Afternoons in Vietnam, we did hospital shows.

Arranged by USIS in collaboration with the Vietnamese American Association.Our tour was four months.

We were 35 people.The hospital?...