I had an old Uncle Morty who used to be in show biz. He represented small-time acts–dog tricks, plate spinners, head thumpers, that sort of thing. Oh, the stories he could tell!
When Uncle Morty passed away, he left me about 40 years worth of copies of Variety (along with a bunch of bills and unsettled paternity suits, but that’s a whole other story). His will stipulated I could not recycle them or throw them out, so I flip through them now and then.
Earlier this week, I came across a fascinating story about a biker movie Frank Sinatra tried to make in 1966/67 that eventually fell apart. Here’s the article from when the deal was first announced. I’ll post subsequent articles as soon as I can scan them.