It happened again, and it's scaring me.
Turner Classic Movies is my daytime buddy these days, as I sit and recuperate. I can't stand to watch a show with commercials, and I'm too cheap to pay for HBO and all those swanky premium channels, so I watch TCM with the sort of appreciation that a guy marooned on an island would give to a CARE package with chow, a cell phone and an inflatatable raft.
92 minutes I'll never get back |
His character, Manny, played the bass in the band at the Stork Club, which was (is?) a ritzy niteclub in Manhattan. At the end of the movie, a notice appeared on the screen thanking Sherman Billingsley, owner of the Stork Club, for his kind permission in allowing the scenes of Manny playing the upright bass to be filmed there.
And since I know more about this sort of stuff than I really ought to, I recalled that Sherman Billingsley, once king of the club circuit in the Big Apple, was an uncle-by-marriage to Barbara Billingsley, the actress who played Beaver's mom.(You know what else? Her grand-nephew is Peter Billingsley, the kid who starred in A Christmas Story!)
"I wonder how Barbara Billingsley is doing?" I asked myself on Friday.
She taught us how to speak jive |
So, with the best of intentions in my heart, I am going to sit here and think real hard about how ole' Charlie Manson is feeling! And Mark David Chapman - how's he doing? Sirhan B. Sirhan, what up?
2 comments:
Good work on Manson!
Delayed reaction, but still...
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