Everyone dies alone. Everyone thrashes alone in the darkness until even the thrashing stops and all there is is darkness. For each his own separate darkness. But she died alone as only crippled men in charity wards die, whose wives and friends and children are...
Peter Falk—who is he? For one thing, he’s very much in. And to make sure he stays in, there are bars on the window. To remind him of his home town—Ossining? “Yeah.” he says, “I’m doing a stretch in a Spanish hacienda.” He is doing...
Glenn Ford and Hope Lange were sitting at a booth along the wall of Chasen’s restaurant in Beverly Hills. It was crowded even for a Saturday night, but, luckily, Glenn had remembered to telephone in advance for reservations for two. They made a quiet, reserved...
One stifling-hot Saturday afternoon last August, Troy Donahue happened to glance out the window of his Hollywood apartment. Suddenly the casual glance changed into a long, curious stare. His eyes were practically glued on a shapely blonde frolicking in the nearby swimming pool. She had...