GeraldRice Wrote:Ran into them in Chicago. They were visiting there from their summer home in Alaska. Gave me some fresh-picked tomatoes from the family farm in West Virginia.
Wow! I've met PMcP only once. I was in Hollywood last month helping Stallone edit ROCKY VI. About 11PM one Tuesday night, Sly turned to me and said, "I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know why I'm doing it. That's why I pay you in cash." And I replied scathingly, "That's right, boss Sly!" He said, "I gotta recharge. Let's go see PMcP." So we went to this private club in West Hollywood--don't recall the address. And there was the Pretz-man! Even Sly was in awe. Pretz said, "Stallone...you still alive?" Sly didn't know what to say. Who would? The great man motioned me closer. He said, "Son, I know what you're doing in this pustulating shithole of a town. You're helping Stallone edit ROCKY VI. Right?" I didn't know what to say. Who would? He went on: "Here's my advice--here's my best advice. Get out of here. You're not meant for this pustulating shithole of a town. Take a fast freight back east. I'll give you some money. Here's a tomato, for luck." And I did what the visionary director said. Best move I ever made.