“Sir, are you the man with the dog?” said the pretty airline representative. She resembled Sally Field when she had starred as the perky Flying Nun in the old TV series. We were standing near the lounge seats closest to the boarding gate. The plane was being cleaned and refueled.
Read MoreI had spent many months in setting up a meeting, and it seemed that my efforts had paid off. An influential art collector was coming to my home in the Hollywood Hills on Wonderland Avenue in Laurel Canyon. She arrived promptly at 7:30 p.m. that evening.
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