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.











