If You Would Have Told Me

“...I love him, and I respect him, and I need him. We all do.” - from the foreward by Jamie Lee Curtis. If you would have told a young John Stamos flipping burgers at his dad’s fast-food joint that one day he’d be a household name and that, at the height of his success, he’d be living alone, divorced, with no kids, high on a cocktail of forgetting, he might’ve asked, “You want fries with that?”