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.