Who the hell picks a 101 degree day to have a yard sale? Me, that's who. I thought we'd be in full June Gloom glory, but that ended a week ago. It was a slow day for sales what with the heat, the fenced yard making it difficult to see from the street and the World Cup keeping people glued to the telly in air conditioned homes and bars.
Granted, among all the cheapskates that want everything for nothing and hardly anything went for over $2, I was pleased to sell my Super Heroes Lunchbox for the asking price of $10. The guy was just about to ask for a reduction when I told him it's on ebay for $20. After we rolled the clothes rack back into the garage and carted off a station wagon full of junk to the Goodwill - and a much needed cool shower - we had our just rewards in the form of the 16 ounce chopped sirloin burger at the Steak Joynt. A cold beer never tasted so good.
We decided to roll with it, stopped at home and grabbed my portfolio and went for a drink at Barsac. This time we really did have cocktails with Robert Forster. He and his buddy Frank, who engaged us in a debate upon arrival about what came first, la crosse or soccer, were the only other people at the bar and for a while, at the restaurant. "Bob" was quiet most of the time but friendly - probably hung with Frank because Frank does all the talking anyway. Soon enough Frank asked us if we ever saw the movie 29th Street. As we were scratching our foreheads, Robert says, "It's his [Frank's] life story".
Frank wouldn't tell us the punchline to the movie and instead before leaving went to his car and got us a copy of the DVD. On his way out, Robert gave David words of encouragement and empathy on his acting career path. The sharing continued as the bartender gave us a copy of his CD and I was able to snare the owner for a few seconds who flipped through the portfolio and declared, absolutely, we'd love to have you hang here.
We went home and watched 29th Street and giggled (well, I giggled, David chortled) along with Frank and Danny Aiello and Robert Forster, who wasn't in the movie enough, but hey - at that time Quentin Tarantino was barely out of the video store and making his first steps into Cannes.
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