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Barbara Walters and My (Cherry) Red Shirt

It was not so much a red shirt as it was a cherry red shirt that I was wearing when Barbara Walters walked in for our interview. Looking back all these years later, I cringe at the thought of that

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WHAT ROSALIE LIKED, EVERYONE LIKED

When I phoned Rosalie Trombley, at the time one of the most powerful figures in the music business, I did not expect her to agree to talk to me. Writing for the Windsor Star, I had been something of a

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CAN YA DIG IT: SHAFT REMEMBERED

Fifty years ago, I was driving along the John Lodge Freeway in Detroit, Issac Hayes’ theme from the movie Shaft blaring away on the radio. That theme played constantly back then, its beat perfectly synchronized to the traffic on the

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I Tripped Lauren Bacall

This is how I came to trip a Hollywood legend. First of all, let’s set the scene: It is opening night at Detroit’s grand old Fisher Theatre. A new musical based on the classic 1950 Bette Davis movie, All About

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Misfits and Inglorious Bastards

I went back to my past a few weeks ago–and discovered they were tearing It down. The past had been safely housed for over forty years inside the old gray stone monolith that was the Windsor Star on the corner of

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That Afternoon With Henry Fonda

In a fit of nostalgia yesterday I pulled John Ford’s 1946 western, My Darling Clementine, off my DVD shelf and watched it on our new fifty-five-inch Sony television screen. Magical: it brings old movies to life again with a sharpness and clarity that

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The Last Time I Saw Jimmy Hoffa…

The last time I saw Jimmy Hoffa he was okay. It was late in the morning, and I left him standing with William F. Buckley Jr. on the floor of a Detroit television studio. What happened after that, I can’t say. We

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The Chicago Story

I met her in Detroit a long time ago at a party for author Harold Robbins. Michelle—although she called herself Mickie then—was one of the models hired for the occasion to promote Robbins as the real life incarnation of the irresistible stud he

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