Irene Dunne was so grand.. This entitles you to one of my many countless and pointless New York stories:
Waiting for a crosstown bus on the corner of 57th Street and 7th Avenue
about six in the evening, an elderly and very handsome couple emerged from an apartment building adjacent to my bus stop. She was wearing a two piece ensemble, colorful print sheer top and a black chiffon skirt that moved
gently in the evening breeze. The man, her admiring companion, was elegant in his formal dinner jacket topped with, can you picture it, a merry velvet cap. They were simply grand.
. I couldn't resist. "You both look stunning", I said. "Where are you off to?"
"Lincoln Center" she said. "They're honoring Fred amd Adele Astaire".
"Well", I said. "You're both just perfect for the ocassion." "We certainly should be", he said. "This is Fred's daughter." She gave me an enormous
smile, threw a kiss,a limousine pulled up, they got in and off they went.
Only thing missing, she should have thrown me a flower.
Can you just plotz?