Paul Bartel invited me to go with him to see Frank Granat at his apartment on Third Avenue on the Upper East Side.
Frank was originally from Northern California and in 1964 had been a producer of a play on Broadway, Any Wednesday by Muriel Resnick. It had opened at the George Abbott Theater and in 1966 was made into a movie with Jane Fonda, Dean Jones and Jason Robards.
Frank was interested in making movies — and so was Paul! Even more than Frank! Paul was so bored with his job shooting and editing the equivalent of public service announcements! He and Frank discussed the possibilities of the independent film market.
Frank was affable and enthusiastic but ultimately nothing came of it and Frank became a restaurateur of sorts. (Parenthetically, Frank died a year ago in late July almost to the day in Ojai, California where he was living with his wife, Linda.)
After leaving Frank’s apartment, Paul and I walked up to Yorkville and had dinner at the Budapest Restaurant.
The next day Buzzy King invited me to come by to meet some friends who were coming for drinks.
Like many young men living in Manhattan’s Upper East Side Buzzy had a particular penchant for young women from Seven Sisters schools or at least girls from good families. As the french always said, “une jeune fille de bonne famille!”
Albert Elia was a teacher at the Fashion Institute of Technology, a sometime-fashion illustrator and a painter.
Buzzy was a warm, wonderful host and generous in sharing his friends with people. He was like a lightbulb attracting all kinds of glittering creatures! I was fascinated.
As was becoming a habit, around 9:30 we headed up to Elaine’s. It was a time before there were ATM machines and Buzzy used Elaine’s as a check cashing service!
Ki Hackney worked at Women’s Wear Daily and was an old friend of Buzzy’s.
The next day we woke up to snow! There was enough that some young boys in the neighborhood were playing hockey!
But the snow hadn’t stopped the Sabrett hot dog man!
I had to go out and see people about work although I’d have rather gone to see the snow in Central Park!
Paul and I went to a screening at the Directors Guild of a new film, “Z” directed by Costa-Gavras and starring Yves Montand.
A very powerful politically themed movie — factionalized — but since there were Algerian and French actors and the French/Algerian War was comparatively récent it had the feeling of being very real. It went on to win two Oscars with nine nominations!
After the film we stopped at Sutter’s Restaurant.
And it was still cold!
The ’60s were finally officially over and I had ended it on the 31st by visitingBernard and Janet Bossom, then whizzing up to East 76th to see Bobby and Dick Waddell after which I ended up at Johnny Meyers’ get together on Park Avenue.
Lotsa music there around the big Steinway!
And then it was the morning after!
I had a surprise visit from an old friend from Paris.
Howard Railey had been living as an expatriate in France for quite a while and was one of the few Americans I knew there. He was attached to the American Embassy but I never knew in what capacity.
His wife Suzanne worked as a representative of Christie’s Auction House and her job was to give glamorous black-tie dinner parties for wealthy friends who had art collections. The goal was to generate good will toward the firm and thereby encourage business! Howard had two sons but they’d been off at school.
That evening ended at Reuben’s on Madison Avenue. Some people were still celebrating!
So we were off to the races! Another decade! Whatever would this one be like? How could it hold a candle — or a flashbulb — to the ’60s?