I just finished a television commercial with radio talent and had forgotten what strange nomenclature we use in our work that makes no sense to outsiders and needed to be explained. Baby legs, standards, heads, etc. (Even the most simplistic.)

This experience reminded me of the DP moving through customs at Heathrow and upon seeing a friend stated, “I’m on my way to Israel to shoot a pilot.” Needless to say, the interrogation room wasn’t very comfortable!

Kent Hughes