Comments on: People http://www.paul-moor.com Life, people, and Kultur Wed, 27 Aug 2008 22:55:19 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6 By: Sandy Jankowski http://www.paul-moor.com/people/#comment-266 Sandy Jankowski Sun, 20 Jan 2008 00:52:55 +0000 http://www.paul-moor.com/people/#comment-266 Nikita Khrushchov? Might you persuade Paul to elaborate? (But good grief! With all the fascinating names listed above I can see this easily getting out of hand ...) Nikita Khrushchov?

Might you persuade Paul to elaborate?

(But good grief! With all the fascinating names listed above I can see this easily getting out of hand …)

]]> By: Paul Moor http://www.paul-moor.com/people/#comment-88 Paul Moor Thu, 05 Jul 2007 16:09:00 +0000 http://www.paul-moor.com/people/#comment-88 Thanks for looking in, Garth. Any pal of Mike Richter's can count on a cordial welcome here. I could almost write a book about both Lenny and Dorothy (the reasons she liked me included the fact that I never called her Dotty - the nickname that caught on during her years of extravagantly paid travail in Hollywood and which she told me she'd loathed from the very beginning), so if I do rise to your bait I'll really have to watch myself and keep a governor on. During the 1940s both Lenny (absolutely everybody called <em>him</em> Lenny) and I lived on West 10th Street in Manhattan's Greenwich Village, he in a 5th-floor walk-up "floor through" at No. 32 in the chic block between 5th and 6th Avenues, I at No. 184 over among the comparative <em>peones </em>west of 7th Avenue. (Felicia Montealegre, eventually Mrs. Bernstein, lived just a few blocks equidistant from both of us down at 69 Washington Place, where we occasionally met over Sunday brunch, more than once playing Mozart four-hand sonatas on her upright while waiting for the scrambled eggs.) Dorothy I met a few years later, between her two equally ill-starred marriages to Alan Campbell. She met me as a 20-something aspiring concert pianist, took a spontaneous shine to me, and gave me an open invitation to drop in for a drink any time I happened to come into the neighborhood of the New Weston Hotel on Madison Avenue at 48th or so, primarily a residential hotel favored by people in radio, the theater, and a new racket just really getting started called television - so understandably I exerted myself to arrange my afternoons to include that neighborhood as often as possible without wearing out my welcome. As I've already noted here, I feel a real obligation to set something down about <em>my </em>Dorothy Parker, for every other recollection of her ever to come to my attention has depicted her as pretty much the opposite of the person I had the exceptionally rare good fortune to know. At this particular moment I have other (German-American) fish to fry, but please feel free to nag me should you - or anyone else - feel so inclined, okay? Thanks for looking in, Garth. Any pal of Mike Richter’s can count on a cordial welcome here. I could almost write a book about both Lenny and Dorothy (the reasons she liked me included the fact that I never called her Dotty - the nickname that caught on during her years of extravagantly paid travail in Hollywood and which she told me she’d loathed from the very beginning), so if I do rise to your bait I’ll really have to watch myself and keep a governor on. During the 1940s both Lenny (absolutely everybody called him Lenny) and I lived on West 10th Street in Manhattan’s Greenwich Village, he in a 5th-floor walk-up “floor through” at No. 32 in the chic block between 5th and 6th Avenues, I at No. 184 over among the comparative peones west of 7th Avenue. (Felicia Montealegre, eventually Mrs. Bernstein, lived just a few blocks equidistant from both of us down at 69 Washington Place, where we occasionally met over Sunday brunch, more than once playing Mozart four-hand sonatas on her upright while waiting for the scrambled eggs.) Dorothy I met a few years later, between her two equally ill-starred marriages to Alan Campbell. She met me as a 20-something aspiring concert pianist, took a spontaneous shine to me, and gave me an open invitation to drop in for a drink any time I happened to come into the neighborhood of the New Weston Hotel on Madison Avenue at 48th or so, primarily a residential hotel favored by people in radio, the theater, and a new racket just really getting started called television - so understandably I exerted myself to arrange my afternoons to include that neighborhood as often as possible without wearing out my welcome. As I’ve already noted here, I feel a real obligation to set something down about my Dorothy Parker, for every other recollection of her ever to come to my attention has depicted her as pretty much the opposite of the person I had the exceptionally rare good fortune to know. At this particular moment I have other (German-American) fish to fry, but please feel free to nag me should you - or anyone else - feel so inclined, okay?

]]> By: Garth http://www.paul-moor.com/people/#comment-86 Garth Tue, 03 Jul 2007 16:25:24 +0000 http://www.paul-moor.com/people/#comment-86 What a list of acquaintances! Please do indulge in your recollections of Leonard Bernstein and Dorothy Parker. I could go on. There are so many. But I won't be greedy. I should tell you I came to your blog via Mike Richter's site. Thanks. Garth What a list of acquaintances! Please do indulge in your recollections of Leonard Bernstein and Dorothy Parker. I could go on. There are so many. But I won’t be greedy. I should tell you I came to your blog via Mike Richter’s site. Thanks.

Garth

]]> By: jan http://www.paul-moor.com/people/#comment-48 jan Tue, 19 Jun 2007 15:23:24 +0000 http://www.paul-moor.com/people/#comment-48 we like your hat, Jan and Breda. we like your hat,
Jan and Breda.

]]> By: Ben Mason http://www.paul-moor.com/people/#comment-7 Ben Mason Tue, 22 May 2007 15:07:11 +0000 http://www.paul-moor.com/people/#comment-7 Where did you get that funny hat? Where did you get that funny hat?

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