I was hosting a small political gathering at my home. Bob Hope was to be the featured entertainer, and I marveled that he was still making appearances so long after he had passed on — and that he had agreed to perform for such a small, living room assembly. My father was there too, and..
It’s a winter cabin and I think I’m a teenager, but it’s a Scandinavian family I’m hanging out with in a cold, northern forest. One of the daughters is called “Susie of God.” I ask the teenager my age if he’s studying European History. He says, “yes and next week Czechoslovakia.” I ask if I..
The farm is a huge, sprawling bizarre, heavily populated day and night, and it appears to be in the same place, but it now has Corfu-like colonnades, very narrow cobblestone roads, beach fronts, the steam horns of shipping in the harbor, and tightly spaced medieval and renaissance store fronts, along with the standard western towns..
Don’t Analyze These I should have used the peephole in the hotel door, but I just let him in. It was a dumb thing to do. There was cash all over the room, and this guy was huge — and miffed about something. “Is Frank still here?” he asked. “Yes,” I told him. Frank Sinatra..