Ralph’s Manuscript - Page 26

Published Manuscript

We are entertaining the idea of publishing a first edition of Ralph's manuscript in book form.  This would be a hard bound limited print first edition with the complete manuscript (around 100 pages) and pictures.  At this time we are trying to gauge interest.  If you think you would be interested in a copy of this book, should we publish it,  Draft pages will be posted here so you can get an idea of what it contains.

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Posted - September 14, 2006

Sometime in March, 1961, Marilyn was spending a weekend with Joe at his apartment, and there was a big snowstorm.  She called me to see if I could go by the apartment to pick up a ‘care package’ that Hattie was fixing for her, and bring it to the Lexington .  “I know that station-wagon of yours is like that sign on the front post office, ‘neither rain, nor snow……’”.  Well, I didn’t have much faith in the wagon, but thought that it would be fun to walk through the snow from 51st street to 57th, pick up what Hattie had put together, and traipse to the hotel.  She wanted several things that weren’t at the apartment, so I stopped in Mid City (town?) market at the corner, got the items and was at the counter when the most beautiful couple in the world came glowing in out of the snow.  Lena Horne and Lenny Hayton, raidiantly clothed in love, with snow flakes outlining their features.  We greeted each other warmly, and Lena asked how Marilyn was.  I told them I was going to see her and take some provisions against the chill of the night.  Lena picked up a package of Hershey kisses and asked me to add them from her and Lenny.  Hattie had the package ready, but insisted I have a vodka and tonic with a bit of parmigiana cheese and cracker, laughing that it would keep me from looking for a ‘snow dog’ en route.  I called from down stairs at the hotel, and Marilyn was at the door when I got there.  She said Joe was watching a game on T V and that he thought it was an imposition to bring me out into the snow. 

 

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