Fresh story

So I was grabbing a bite to eat with my boyfriend at this hip eatery in Los Feliz called, "Home". Their waffle fries are all the rage, but that is not the point of this story. When we finished our meal, I got out of my seat and turned around only to run right into a MASSIVE black labradoodle. "Oh, hello there," I said, while trying to make eye contact with its owner, as if to say, "these silly big dogs, eh?" Well, the owner (not Canadian btw) was none other than James Avery aka Uncle Phil from Bel Air! After a couple times back and forth on the sidewalk, 'twas confirmed. Uncle Phil is alive and well, and seems to have slimmed down a bit. This must be attributed to his healthier Los Feliz lifestyle, a grand departure from the stuffy and extravagant Bel Air life he was accustomed to for so many years. Glad you're doing well Uncle Phil and congrats to your nephew for becoming a superstar! I'm sorry he wouldn't pay your mortgage when you lost your judge job, and had to foreclose on that awesome palatial home we knew and loved for so many years. Anyways, welcome to the neighborhood!