Just after we finished eating dinner, the phone rang. Irene answered.

“It’s someone from the Writers Guild,” she said.

I picked up the phone, and heard a woman tell me, “We’re holding some residuals for you. We tried to send them to you, but they were returned by the post office.”

She asked for my new address, which I gladly gave her.

“How much are you trying to send me?” I asked. She rattled off three figures, which totaled $116.74.

This was money earned for work I did on Tales From the Darkside from 1984 through 1986.

It’s not a huge amount of money, but nothing to sneeze at either, and so I repeat—I just got paid for work I did more than twenty years ago.

Do you need any further evidence than that?