Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Mr. Epstein’s take on Dean Martin (who makes the cut) is spot on.....

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Hey pallies, every day is a greatly grand day to continue to coolly celebrate our most beloved Dino---his life, his times, and his teachin's!  And we gotta 'fess up that we completely, continually stand in amazin' awe of how even after over 2 decades have passed since our Dino walked the face of our planet, he is bein' lovin'ly lifted up in such powerfully prestigious places in print as the Wall Street Journal.

Likes today through the energetic efforts of our pallies at google 'lerts we are totally totally thrilled to be takin' all youse Dino-holics to a remarkable column in the WSJ scribed by Mr. Thomas Vinciguerra (pictured on left), amazin' author, editor, and journalist.  Mr. Vinciguerra's potent prose is a remarkable review of a new tome scribed by awesome author Joseph Epstein (pictured below)  tagged "CHARM: THE ELUSIVE ENCHANTMENT."  It will probably not come as any surprise to all youse Dino-philes that the name of our most beloved Dino is lifted up in this review as he appears in Epstein's volume as an example of  a “vulgar charmer.”

Below is a briefest of brief excerpt from Vinciguerra's prose that will explain the term "vulgar charmer" and why our King of Cool fits Epstein's description of one.  As we have often spoken of here at ilovedinomartin, Dino's beautiful biographer speaks of our Dino as an extraordinary example of a "menefreghista," we view the term "vulgar charmer" to be consistently congruent with that, but we woulda be most pleasured to hear  reaction to this Dino-descriptive from other Dino-devotees.
But, likes whether youse 'gree or disagree with author Epstein, we can all celebrate that the life, times, and teachin's of our Dino continues to be lifted up by wonderful writers of all types and stripes.

We thank Mr Epstein for sharin' his Dino-thoughts in his newest tome and for Mr. Vinciguerra's choice of makin' those thoughts know to the larger world via his column for the WSJ.  To checks this out in it's original format, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-report.  And, likes we couldn't resist once 'gain sharin' a youtube vid of our most beloved Dino croonin' by the moon and pizza pies.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Joseph Epstein

‘Charm’ Review: The Most Pleasing Personality

“In the presence of charm, the world seems lighter and lovelier.”

By Thomas Vinciguerra


By Joseph Epstein

Lyons, 187 pages, $24.95

In teasing out his extended theme, Mr. Epstein takes some unexpected turns. Who would have thought there could be such a thing as a “vulgar charmer”? But the author presses the case for Sid Caesar, Jackie Gleason and Louis Prima while arguing, with equal plausibility, against Larry David, Zero Mostel and Don Rickles. Mr. Epstein’s take on Dean Martin (who makes the cut) is spot on: “When he sang about the moon hitting your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore, something about him supplied a subtext that read, ‘Can you believe people pay me to sing such crap?’ ” That’s vulgar charm, folks.

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

..... and Dean Martin invited us to his house after the show.....

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Hey pallies, likes we loves that so so marvelously  many of the energetic entertainers who made the scene with our Dino back in the day still loves droppin' the name of  our most beloved Dino when they do interviews.  Today we share a delightful mention of our King of Cool by Mr. Peter Noone, the leader of the "British Invasion group Herman’s Hermits."   Likes from the online presence of Western Pennsylvania's Trib Total Media, TribLive, comes scriber Mr. Paul Guggenheimer's (pictured  on the right) Inteview with Noone tagged "Peter Noone (of Herman’s Hermits fame) never tires of classic hits."

Amid Peter's remembrances of the group's appearance on the Dean Martin Variety Show is that our Dino invited the Hermits to hang out at his pad after recordin' their performance with our great great man.  Likes we greatly grooves to learn each and every new Dino-detail that gets shared on the ol' world wide web.  Noone's neat note makes us wonder how many of our Dino's great guests got the privilege of workin' with him, but also hangin' out with him as well.

Likes we search youtube in hopes of findin' a vid clip of Dino croonin' with the Hermits, but to no avail.  What we were able to locate is the image of Dino and the group snapped on the set of the Dino-show.  We sez our thank you very much to Mr. Paul Guggenheimer and all the pallies at TribLive for sharin' this Dino-nugget with all us Dino-philes.  To checks this out in it' original format, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-report.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Peter Noone (of Herman’s Hermits fame) never tires of classic hits

PAUL GUGGENHEIMER  | Wednesday, June 19, 2019 12:01 a.m.

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“We were lucky. Even though we were kind of punkish and nonchalant about it, we were very respectful,” says Noone. “Ed Sullivan liked us and Dean Martin invited us to his house after the show and so did Jackie Gleason and so did Danny Kaye. They all liked us.”

Monday, November 11, 2019

"I got to play with Dean Martin," he said. "It was a tremendous thrill....."

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Hey pallies, likes we are greatly grateful for our pallies over at google Dino-'lerts 'cause day after day they send delightful Dino-messages to our email inbox from swank sources all over the world wide web that we then solemnly share with Dino-philes everywhere via our humble little ilovedinomartin conclave.  Likes every so often the Dino-'lert comes in the form of a pallie whose life has incredibly intersected with our great great man....a pallie so powerfully privileged to have been in the profound presence of our King of Cool and how that Dino-encounter has coolly changed their life.

Such is the deep delight of one of the greatest horse jockeys of all time.  Likes today we take youse to the hugely horsey blog, "BLOODHORSE" where superb scriber Mr. Evan Hammonds (pictured on the right) shares a number of stories of professional jockey Mr. Sandy Hawley rubbin' elbows with the Hollywood elite...and likes youse guessed it Dino-holics, one of the idols that Mr. Hawley spent time with  is none other then our one and only Dino.

Likes like many other pallies, Sandy's Dino-encounter was on a golf course where our Dino was puttin' the round ball into the little hole.  Youse can read all the deeply delightful Dino-details below, but we were tremendously touched to reverently read the tremendous testimony that "It was a tremendous thrill" to play a round of golf with our Dino"....and that our main man asked Sandy out the following Monday" for 'nother round of the Dino-sport.  We won't give away what happened that next Monday, so be sure to read on to hear the rest of this Dino-tale.

We thanks professional jockey Mr. Sandy Hawley for sharin' this powerfully personal Dino-encournter with Mr. Evan Hammonds, who we thank for puttin' pen to paper to share it with the larger Dino-world.  Thanks also to the folks at "BLOODHORSE" for gettin' it into print.  To checks this out in it's original source and to read the prose in total, simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Sandy Hawley Recalls Inaugural Breeders' Cup

Hollywood star power added pizazz to the extraordinary equine talent in 1984.

By Evan Hammonds 

Jockey Sandy Hawley broke into the toughest jockey colony on the continent when he made his way to Southern California in the early 1970s. The personable Torontonian figured he would stay around awhile and see if he could catch on.

Hawley shared another fun Hollywood story.

"I was invited one time to play golf at the Riviera Country Club, and I got to play with Dean Martin," he said. "It was a tremendous thrill, and he actually asked me out the following Monday. I said yes, but unfortunately I couldn't go because it was a holiday Monday and we were racing that day, so I had to ride at Santa Anita. The gentleman who had invited me came to the races a week later and said, 'Sandy, where were you? We were on the tee and you guys never even showed up.' We didn't have cellphones back then. I said, 'Lou, I didn't have your number to get ahold of you, but I thought as a horseman, you'd realize that I had to ride that day.' He said, 'Well, Dean Martin was talking about you.' I said, 'You have to be kidding. What did he say?' He said, 'Are those midgets going to show up or what?'"

Sunday, November 10, 2019

Danny G's Sunday Serenade with Dino: "Don't Let The Blues Make You Bad"

Welcome back, my fellow Dino-diggers!

How's thins' this week?

How's the weather in your part of town?
Oh, me?
Oh, how's the weather here in good ol' Massachusetts, youse ask?

Well, mi amici...let's me see...Oh...IT'S BLOODY FREEZIN'!!!

Yup...REAL cold, pallies.

Hey, guess what, though?
Who cares?!

 I'm stayin' indoors.

I have ALL I need right here at home!

Some meatballs...some vino...& PLENTY of Dino tunes!

What's there to want out there?!
Oh & pals...I gots  us a REAL cool cool Dino-jam, for today's Serenade, I recently stumbled over.

Real "Dino-inspirin" in ONLY the way Dino could!

Just makes me warm all over...listenin' to Dean's WISE WISE words 'bout handlin' life's little set backs, pallies.

Seems almost every week I keep findin' my way to these kinda tunes.
Youse thinks Dino is tryin' to tell us somethin', pals?
Maybe usin' me as a "Dino-vessel" to gets the message out?!
To Spreadeth the Dino-word, further & the Dino-lovin' masses???!!!

Hey, maybe, my friends.

Dean works in mysterious ways.

Oh well, pals o' mine...either way...its a lotta fun!

Life is good...we gots Dino on our side! 

So don't be sad if it's a wee bit chilly out there & DEF I NATE LY "Don't Let the Blues Make You Bad"!

Stay warm, mi amici!


Friday, November 08, 2019

There’s something about Dean Martin that gets me in the zone.

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Hey pallies, likes we continue to be absolutely awed by continually findin' more and more of today's youth who are delvin' deeply in the Dino-groove.  Today we hear from yet 'nother  terrific teen powerfully proclaimin' their Dino-delight.  Likes from the online presence of 'THE SOMERS RECORD - TAP into SOMERS" comes an incredible interview of Somers, NY High School athlete, senior Mr. Evan Mazzola.

Soccer player Evan is spotlighted by scriber Mr. Rob Diantonio (pictured on the right) in the quintessential Q&A, "Athlete Spotlight: Somers' Evan Mazzola Made Unforgettable Moments."

Likes one of Robs quires of Evan is "What is your favorite music to listen to warming up for a game?"  While beginnin' with more of today's youthful styles, Evan concludes his thoughts by sayin' "Then it’s all topped off with some Dean Martin classics,”A boy went back to Napoli.” There’s something about Dean Martin that gets me in the zone."

Obviously Evan is a devoted Deanager, coolly choosin' our most beloved Dino as his incredible inspiration before startin' a soccer match.  Truth be told our Dino-hearts are filled with Dino-happiness to be able to share this Dino-report with Dino-philes every-Dino-where!  We salute Mr. Evan Mazzola for sharin' his Dino-appreciation with Mr. Rob Diantonio and for Mr. Diantonio for gettin' it into print.  To checks this out in it's original source and to read the interview in it's entirety  likes simply clicks on the tag of this Dino-gram.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Athlete Spotlight: Somers' Evan Mazzola Made Unforgettable Moments


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SOMERS, N.Y. – Somers senior Evan Mazzola is a midfielder on the varsity soccer team. The Tuskers finished the regular season 14-1 and received the No. 3 seed in the Class A sectionals. Last season, Somers won the Section 1 Class A title and advanced all the way to the state championship game.

What is your favorite music to listen to warming up for a game?

The warm up playlist is very interesting. First there’s a lot of rap by Kevin Gates, Meek Mill, and Lil Wayne. Followed by some EDM music. Then it’s all topped off with some Dean Martin classics,”A boy went back to Napoli.” There’s something about Dean Martin that gets me in the zone.

On This Day In Dino-history: November 7, 1955

Pallies, likes sorry this is a late Dino-postin', but likes yester-Dino-day the ol' net was out of order in our part of the Dino-universe.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

Hey pallies, likes STOP THE PRESSES!!!!!  Today is yet  'nother delightful day in all of Dino history for it  was on November 7 in the year of our Dino 1955 that that wacky wonderful Martin & Lewis big screen caper "Artists And Models" premiered, which we delightfully discovered when we lovin'ly landed at bodacious blog pad, "GABORS GALORE,"

The beau-ti-ful blog "GABORS GALORE - All Things Gabor" is dedicated to "The Gabor sisters, Eva, Zsa Zsa, and Magda,  along with their mother, Jolie, we’re Hungarian -American celebrities and socialites known as much for their many marriages as for their careers."  Miss Eva was fabulously featured in "Artists And Models" as "the seductress spy."

Long time pallies at ilovedinomartin will perhaps remember that hands down, "Artists And Models" is our most fav of fav Martin and Lewis silver screen effort, in fact we likes to refer to it as "an almost perfect movie."  So this praiseworthy post brings us much delight to celebrate the day the flick was put into general release 64 years 'go this very Dino-day!  With a little bit of powerful patter and two swank shots of our most beloved Dino with Miss Eva, what's not to like.

We thanks the pallies at "GABORS GALORE" for puttin' us on to yet 'nother dreamy date in the life, times, and teachin's of our Dino.  To checks this out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this particular Dino-post.  And, for your Dino-viewin' pleasure we include an original movie trailer.  Likes if youse goes to youtube you will find a ton of great vid moments from the fabulous flick as well.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

OTD – Artists and Models Premieres

On November 7, 1955, the Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin film, Artists and Models, premiered.  The film also starts Shirley MacLaine and Dorothy Malone.
The story revolves around a struggling painter (Martin) and his comic-book addict of a roommate who talks in his sleep (Lewis).  Martin’s character ends up writing a comic based on the stories that Lewis tells in his sleep.  Unfortunately, the stories include part of a secret formula our government has and that other governments want.  Eva Gabor plays the seductress spy sent to obtain the rest of the secret formula.
In the end, good prevails, Eva’s character is left tail up in a large flower pot, and Lewis and Martin get their girls (MacLaine and Malone).
The love story between the leads is predictable, but entertaining.  Lewis and MacLaine share a quirky dance on the stairs outside their apartment building.  The choreography is fresh and fun.  Lewis’s physical comedy is top rate. Martin sings several numbers in the film.  What a smooth voice he had.
I absolutely loved Edith Head’s costuming of this film, with the “bat girl” costume being my favorite.  Eva wears a beautiful blue dress when her character attempts to seduce Martin and Lewis.
She even gets a turn in the “bat girl” costume when her character kidnaps, then slips a mickey to Lewis’s character.
This is a fun film, with a solid cast.  You can find the film in the usual places, but it is not available via Amazon Prime at the time of this post.  Shop around for the bargain deal.

Wednesday, November 06, 2019

Felice ritorno, Dino! Let's make it a regular thing again, okay?


Hey pallies, likes today as we we close out our honorin' of our Dino's boldly beautiful biographer, Mr. Nick Tosches who let the planet on October 20,  we have chosen to once 'gain share with all youse Dino-philes what we beautifully believe in one of the most deeply delightful devotions to our Dino that we have ever read....that potently powerful perfect prose swankly, superbly scribed by none other then Dino-biographer Mr. Nick Tosches, "God Created Dean Martin In His Own Image Then Stood Back."  Likes pallies  to our way of Dino-thinkin', Tosches is premier pontificator of all thin's Dino.  We have shared this marvelous masterpiece of Dino-prose numerous times here at ilovedinomartin and we are totally totally thrilled to return it to the pages of our humble little Dino-conclave this very Dino-day.

These wondrous wisest of wise words are taken from Tosches' tome, "Nick Tosches' Reader" and  it's a stunnin'ly stellar piece of remarkable reflections written on the release of one of our main man's final al-b-ums, "Once In A While."  Likes this was our most beloved Dino's last disc for the pallies at Reprise. Recorded in November 1974, and  it likes took almost 4 long years before it was released on October 20, 1978.   Written by Tosches twelve years before his award winnin' Dino-bio, "DINO: Living High In The Dirty Business Of Living" reached print, "God Created Dean Martin In His Own Image Then Stood Back," is likes, to our Dino-philic  perspective, likes the most most hugest homagin' of the man who came to be known fabulously far and wonderfully wide as "The King Of Cool."

Truly truly Tosches likes knows how to speak the ultimately ubber Dino-truth, and likes his abidin' adulation of our great great man is devotionally deep, passionately pure, and trustworthy true! And, thus it is with these wondrously wise words, of perfectly profound poetry, that we honor our beloved Dino during this 102  anniverary of his day of birthin'.   We here at ilovedinomartin once 'gain eagerly expresses our absolutely awed appreicato   to Mr. Nick Tosches for perfectly puttin' the awestruck  accent on our most beloved  Dino in this coolest of the cool wise way and makin' for the most fantastically  fittin' of fittin' tributes to the man known to Dino-holics everywhere as simply Dino!   To view this in it's original format, as usual, just clicks on the tag of this Dino-message.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

God Created Dean Martin
In His Own Image,
Then Stood Back

from the "Nick Tosches' Reader" chapter 27

Since 1972 life has been amiss, and there has been emptiness. Bare, unbudding; the saplings of stark need knew no spring. Candles were lit, letters were writ; prayers said, tears shed. But grayness begat naught but bleak grayness, and the new Dean Martin album never came.

Some of us, such as Elvis, who had declared Dino his idol, could not bear the agony of forbearance. Others, such as myself, endured by listening to the original mono version of "That's Amore" and reminding ourselves that it had taken Michelangelo eight years to fresco the altar wall of the Sistine Chapel --- and Michelangelo didn't even drink!

Now we faithful can rejoice. Let there be the pouring of liquors and the raising of skirts. The man has returned, and life as we knew it may resume.

It is no secret that Dean Martin has influenced more singers than any man alive. He taught Elvis the dramaturgy of sincerity, Jerry Lee the powers of diplopic decrescendo. Jim Morrison the nuances of erotic detachment, and Randy Newman how to comb his hair. Once In A While, Dino's first album in more than six years, proves that il padrone (as Jim Morrison called him) is still the master.

The love song has been the center of Dino's art from the beginning (He first hit the charts in 1950, vowing "I Will Always Love You.") Here the gurglings and gropings of love are celebrated in all their glory. "Without a Word of Warning" and "The Day You Came Along" tell of answered dreams of the moist kind. "It's Magic" and "Only Forever," two beauties from the '40's, bow the knee of fealty to She-Whose-Face-Launches-Ships-and-Smiles-Salaciously-After-the-Fourth-Drink, "If I Had You" and
"Once in a While" wallow sweetly in the lappings of unrequited love. "I Cried for You" is a savoring of vengeance. In "Love Thy Neighbor" Dino advices us to bless the skin of errant wives in no certain terms.

Two of the album's most impressive performances are found in "Twilight on the Trail" and a version of the World War I killer "That Old Gang Of Mine." The first, remindful of Dino's "Houston," is a homage to irresponsibility and the joys of immediate gratification. "That Old Gang of Mine" shows that while Dino is always singing about broads, his old buddies are still where his heart is.

What a guy.

Felice ritorno, Dino! Let's make it a regular thing again, okay?

Tuesday, November 05, 2019

Requiescat Dino

Hey pallies, likes as we are greatfully grateful to publish a couple more Dino-grams sharin' our great gratefulness to now deceased Dino-biographer Mr. Nick Tosches who left our planet on Sunday, October 20.  Today we share a second "memorial" to our most beloved Dino that Nick scribed for the "Village Voice" after he had written the New York Times prose shared last Saturday here at ilovedinomartin.

This truly heart-felt tribute by Tosches was tagged by him as "Requiescat Dino," and was printed in Mr. Tosches' extraordinary essay tome, "The Nick Tosches Reader," which btw also includes Nick's other excellent essay  "God Created Dean Martin in His Own Image, Then Stood Back."  We will be sure to post that once more here at ilovedinomartin in the near Dino-future.

Likes we gotta 'fess up that we were not certain what "requiescat"  means so we did a little searchin' and discovered that it is "a wish or prayer for the repose of a dead person."  In his own words in the introduction Nick states that this remembrance "was written simply and directly from the heart," and we couldn't concur more with his thoughts.  Likes as we said in the beginning, we heartfully believe that this is truly the deepest of deep Dino-devotional prose that we have ever read and shared here at ilovedinomartin.

We shares this with radiant respect for our Dino and with awesome appreciato to Mr. Nick Tosches for his long lastin' devotion to our one and only Dino.

We Remain,

Yours In Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

I wrote two very different memorials to Dean Martin following his death on Christmas Day 1995.   One of them, published in the New  York Times was a piece of shit, or at least ended up being such by the time it reached print. The other published in the Village Voice and reprinted here, was written simply and directly from the heart.

Requiescat Dino.

   I spent Christmas quietly, pleasantly alone.   Late in the afternoon, as it grew dark and I was preparing to go out, I turned on the radio.   It was WCBS-AM, an all news station, but what I heard was "That's Amore."   I knew then that Dean Martin had died.   I experienced an errie and subdued wave of melancholy.   I have never met the man, yet for many years---since long before I had thought of casting the shadow of his life through the pages of a book---I had felt an odd, abiding affinity with him, as of something in the blood, as with an old uncle to whom unsaid and unsayable ways, breezes of dark and of light, bound me.   I liked to know he was there, in this world, though I knew he long had been receding from it, and in this slow fade to black there likely was a cautionary lesson to be learned concerning those breezes and those ways.   This little wave of melancholy brought with it chill, like the final stirring and vanishing of one of those familiar breezes from the world.

   I had heard lately that he was in bad shape, but I had been hearing this for years.   Every once in a while, someone would catch a glimpse of his solitary public decay in one of he three restaurants where in recent years he had sat and drank and smokes and sometimes ate---Hamburger Hamlet, La Famiglia, and Da Vinci.   The supermarket tabloids had been declaring him dead for years: "Frail Dean Martin Flees Hospital in Cancer Nightmare: Doctors Give Only Months to Live," announced the Enquirer in the fall of 1993.   A few months later, it was "Beloved Dino Is Wasting Away."   Then, in the Spring of 1994, "Dean Martin: His Tragic Last Days."  And the great man had lived on.   He was quoted as saying he wanted "to die at La Famiglia with a Scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other"; but he outlived La Famiglia and had to move to Da Vinci for his J&B-and-sodas and his ashtray.

   He was 78.  I wanted him to hit 80, the age at which Buddha died.   That is how I sometimes thought of him" the American Buddha.   The idea of tragedy, of last tragic days, appeals and sells.   But Jeannie, his wife of many years and in the end his closest friend, long had told me that somehow, in his seclusion and his silence, he was perfectly content.

    A couple of months ago, I agreed to serve as the executive producer of a Dean Martin reissue for the Scamp subsidiary of Caroline Records.   All  I had to do was choose the recordings and write the notes.   I was looking forward to him being alive when I wrote the notes, alive and in his 80th year when the album came out; Looking forward to playing the Bodhidharma angle, saying that if Dino grew a beard and wrapped himself in saffron cloth he would be considered a spiritual master in his silent wisdom and withdrawal from the world into contentment.
And I would half believe what I would say.

   It was, in a way, Dean's refusal to wear a robe of piety, his absolute and innane lack of pretension that has stood in the way of a wider recognition of and deeper respect for his work.   Just listen, say to his 1951 Capitol recording, "Torma a Surriento," or watch him in Billy Wilder's banned and overlooked "Kiss Me Stupid," from 1964.   Of course, after a while, in his enlightenment, he stopped taking any of it seriously.   Unlike Sinatra, he never adopted the air of gravitas, never bore himself with self-importance, or treated his work as if it were art.
And that is why, in an age when pretense prevails over substance, every coughing of Sinatra has been reverently preserved and packaged while Dean has been regarded with the insouciance with which he regarded the world---but Sinatra, for one, was aware of what lay beneath that insouciance, and his words upon Dean's death may be the most beguiling he has ever uttered: "He has been like the air I breathe."

   While I was working on the long strange book that came to be called Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams, it was Jeannie who told me that I would learn nothing about Dean from Dean, that he had completely divorced himself from, had no interest in, his memories and his life.   Still, I wanted to meet him and when the book was done and published, Jeannie set about arranging a rendezvous.   At the last minute, Dean told her, "If I'm going to meet the guy I should at least show him the respect of reading his book first."   Dean had read Black Beauty as a boy.   Or so he claimed.   Such was the extent of his reading.   So that was that.

   In the days following his passing I found that I wasn't alone in feeling that a breeze had died away.   I ran into people who seemed to express something like sadness, something rarely heard in idle talk of a stranger's death.
"Jesus,"  I heard more than once.   "I was hoping he at least would've outlived that fucking Jerry Lewis"---a sentiment of sincerity if not quite of mourning and one of such seeming popularity that Hallmark might well consider its message for a mass-produced sympathy card.   And me, meanwhile, with my poignant fucking breezes thinking out loud, "I hope those stupid sons of bitches at Dell know to reissue the paperback but quick."

Anyway, he was one of a kind, and he lived.   A mystery maybe even unto himself: but he lived."