There’s a reason Paul Bloch was a giant in this industry, and that he handled the biggest talent for so long. Paul was, simply, the epitome of decency. In an era where fame, fortune and loyalty are fleeting, Paul managed to treat us all with respect.
It didn’t matter if you were the president of a network, the hotshot producer for Barbara Walters or Katie Couric, or the booker trying to corral names for the third-place morning show. He called you back — and NOT three days later. He listened as you plead your case. He gave you a shot.
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