All the glamor of Hollywood

 


All the glamor of Hollywood


     This one goes back to about 1973 when Zeke and I had a cool apartment at Veteran and Ohio where we escaped when the Midvale experiment came to an end. The place had a set of carpeted stairs from the front door to our second story pad and guests had to be let in from the ground floor.. The front room was filled  with Value Village furniture and the area was a meeting place for pot smoking and community TV watching. Sunday nights were set aside for Alistair Cooke's America that was never missed.  Greg was a regular and the occasion here was the Academy Awards of that year that was all about the Godfather and Cabaret. Guests were set to arrive early so I remembered an old Summer suit I had worn years before but split the seat out of when I filled out in my 20's. I put the suit on to give the evening a glamorous tone and neglected to wear any underpants under the suit that left a sizeable breezeway at the seat of the britches. So, when Greg and Bob arrived I greeted them by opening the door and ascending the stairs saying "come up, come up to all the glamor of Hollywood" while offering them a view of my bare ass. It was often referred to by the fellas on Oscar night through the ages.

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