Ever since 'The Goldbergs' began, one of my dreams was to write a homage to 'Highlander.'
Highlanders make the truest friends-if only because they make the worst enemies.
While the Lord might insist that vengeance was His, no male Highlander of my acquaintance had ever thought it right that the Lord should be left to handle such things without assistance.
The Highlander was a documentary, and events happened in real time.
A miserable, self-destructive, death rocker...better to burn out than to fade away.
Alright, all right," I said. "What if I tell you a story, instead?" Highlanders loved stories, and Jamie was no exception. "Oh, aye, " he said, sounding much happier. "What sort of story is it?
Wouldn't it be great to just exist in another culture and soak it all in? What if I had done that when I was younger? What if I'd met some Highland guy who looked like Jamie Fraser from 'Outlander' and was totally into me? What if I had stayed? That's loosely how this series of short romantic comedies, 'How to Marry a Highlander,' came into being.
"Sassenach." He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.
The angry Scot is a cliche not without some foundation. That's the Lowland Scot - I'm a Highlander. We're particularly lovely and charming.
