A Lucky Day
Was it possible? Yes, more than possible. I could smell it. I could see it. There, right out on Muriel Breit’s kitchen counter: bacon strips lying on a piece of paper towel. How many bacon strips? Couldn’t tell you, but more than two. And then, pretty quickly, there were none! Delish. I wandered back into Muriel’s office, licking my lips. No one seemed to notice me.
“… even shooting scenes in Death Valley in the summer,” Muriel was saying. “Von Stroheim ended up with a nine hour movie, totally crazy. That was when Louis B. Mayer stepped in. Know much about him?”
“Not really,” Bernie said.
“Ever read a book called An Empire of Their Own: How the Jews Invented Hollywood?”
“Nope,” Bernie said.
“A good book,” said Muriel. She freshened their glasses – they were drinking bourbon, don’t know if I got that in yet. “Okay,” she said: “Louis B. Mayer.”
Tags: bacon, bourbon, Erich von Stroheim, Louis B. Mayer
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3:58 am on July 20th, 2009
Ah…. bacon. Yum!
5:38 am on July 20th, 2009
I am nominating Chet for honorary member of The Fedora Lounge.
Bernie's been reading about unsolved Hollywood mysteries, hasn't he?
10:39 am on July 20th, 2009
'Then there were none.' Yes I know the same feeling when it comes to a pan of fudge, a bag of chips, etc. Too funny. Sometimes I find it is just better to go ahead and eat it all so that the temptation is no longer present. Obviously Bernie is not exactly a pillar of strength when it comes to cigs and booze.
11:21 am on July 20th, 2009
I knew you'd snatch up whatever was on the counter Chet. I hope the bacon was cooked. I didn't understand the comment, "The pictures got smaller" on yesterday's blog. Wonder if Bernie could enlighten me.