Funny thing about this family, they've grown to expect and accept the bizarre. I've never been asked "why did you start a soap opera?" only, "what day do I need to be at your house to shoot my scenes?"

What do you get when two morons get their hands on a video camera in the early 90's? A hidden camera special where no one is safe from exposing an embarrassing moment or two.

To say that we were psychotic about our hockey team would be an understatement. Me and Chris ran this team with an iron clad fist.

News of a hit soap opera spread through the Amari clan pretty quickly, and the 9 person cast became a 20 person production overnight!

Getting a groove going, the routine began to form. Write the show on Tuesday into Wednesday, setup shoot schedule for Thurs-Saturday, put together and create the show on Sunday-Monday, repeat.

Tight Shots! Tight Shots! Tight Shots! That is how you create 24 scenes from 6 walls. That and an exercise machine that got more use as a hospital bed than it did as an all in one work out station.

There's no other words than, WOW!

Riveting also comes to mind, suspense at its best.

Really uncle Ed, you want in?

Luckily my quick thinking genius was able to intricately create and weave a character for "big Ed" to portray seamlessly.

Midway through the series, we need a slimy biker looking guy, "hey uncle Vi, I heard you wanted a part in the show?"

No matter what the project, you want an ultimate professional, call Vito Amari!

So, the ratings were in, and we needed more male sex appeal on the show. Hey Joey, lose the shirt.