Hitch’s profile

 

Hitch’s profile

     One of Greg's heroes was the great film director Alfred Hitchcock. Not only did he admire his classic films but he revelled in telling tales about Hitch's ungentlemanly behavior toward some starlets under his direction. We both watched many of the not that good TV series and were familiar with the profile and droll opening. None of that is germaine to the phrase above since it is rather new and stems from an evening in the very cozy front parlor at Bone. After everyone else had turned in Greg and I would repair to that room and he would light a fire in the old fireplace. It could get chilly in New Hampshire on some evenings so the warmth of the fire and glasses of red wine would relax both men thoroughly. We normally talked, laughed, told stories inappropriate for other company and even watched a baseball game or two. On this eveing we were sitting in our chairs in front of the fire and spinning yarns from our large chest of shared tales. I seemed to be doing all the talking and after about ten minutes of me trying to keep the dialogue going I looked over and saw the heavy  head of my good buddy folded forward, creating a profile in an uncanny resemblance to Hitchcock himself. His peeps were closed and he was snoozing happily while I yammered on. I chided him and used the expression of him walking out on my set by nodding off as going "Hitch" on me.