We ate our meal under the gaze of a gallery of entertainment and sports stars. I thought, "This'll be fun; bet I can identify them all..."
I couldn't. I got Sinatra, Durante, DiMaggio and Jackie Mason. Ailz added Rudy Vallee and Mario Lanza. And that was it.
Who were the big palooka with the broken nose and the tiny dame with the corkscrew curls? Looks like they were in love. Beauty and the Beast.
They'll both be dead by now.
I thought I was an expert on mid century pop culture. Seems not.
All those wiseguys with their shiny hair and shiny eyes and shiny teeth. Repellent.
And that got me thinking about Doris Day.
The way you do.
How that unmoving blonde helmet- later made infamous by Mrs T- has to be nastiest hairstyle ever.
Cute little actor, accomplished comedienne, utterly unsexy.
Though I love Que Sera, Sera.
This is the decade I was born into. It couldn't be more alien.