Those of you who are regular visitors to this site know I like to share stories about my encounters with legendary stars from old Hollywood. The shares come from my working days as a TV news reporter. It was a time before social media when larger-than-life stars could count on privacy and trust reporters. It was also a time when reporters could enjoy socializing with celebrities without the intrusion of internet gawkers. Most of my stories are threaded with little moments enjoyed off camera when the stars could relax and shed their big screen personae.

I’ve held off on sharing this story. As you’ll see, this wasn’t my finest hour professionally or personally, but it was a heck of a lot of fun.

Let’s dial the clock back to the 1980s. I’d wrapped up a regular working day and needed to unwind from a heavy dose of violence. A heavier than usual dose of violence, I thought, as I spent time at the local pub. I needed to unwind before visiting a colleague, a psychologist who doubled as the house shrink for the TV station. To be clear, he was the “Dr. Phil” of his time, fronting pieces on the usual suspects who may have had a mental disease. We, TV folks, were not his subjects. Just to be clear about that.

I was giddy, helped along by the pub’s finest self-medication as I arrived at my colleague’s upscale residence.

As I entered, the air was thick with a pungent smoke. Not my kind of self-medication but compelling. Through the haze I saw the “Doc” and an unexpected guest who was very familiar. I knew I was well-fortified so I wanted to be careful about my behavior. “Doc” greeted me and then introduced his friend. The familiar figure, with his trademark lock of hair falling over his forehead, greeted me before I could say anything.

“Well, hi Geerey, so good to meet ya — I heard a lotta good stuff about ya!” The sharp Bronx, New York accent didn’t jibe with the handsome Hollywood face. I stared harder. “Geerey, I hear you knew Albert DiSalvo. Geez, what a hoot! I did a show about him, ya know.” The Hollywood face was smiling as he continued the conversation and I stared.

My mouth started working with a clever reply. “You, you’re Tony Curtis!” Raucous laughter from “Doc” and the handsome Hollywood face.

“Yeah, Geerey, that’s me. But, hey — I hear you come from Brooklyn. That’s cool, dude, way cool!” I just stared. Handsome Hollywood face kept talking, “Geerey, call me Bernie. That’s my real name. Bernie Schwartz. My friends call me Bernie — not Tony. Geerey, ya know I tink Tony might be a fairy name. Wha-cha tink, dude?” I just kept staring, trying to figure what to say next.

Finally, I blurted, “So, you’re TONY CURTIS!”. More raucous laughter as we sat down. “Doc” and Bernie-Tony resumed enjoying their blunts with obvious pleasure as I nursed a ginger ale. I saw no need to further cloud my thoughts. It was already feeling surreal, I thought.

The conversation continued on Bernie-Tony’s Albert DiSalvo ‘show’ (film). I just nodded, adding my notion it — “The Boston Strangler” – may have been the actor’s finest work. Handsome Hollywood face beamed through the haze. I think we just shared nods for long minutes as the blunts were enjoyed.

Bernie-Tony expressed disappointment that he never really got to know Albert DiSalvo. I just nodded, sharing his disappointment. “Doc” seized the moment, with expansive details about how The Boston Strangler had chosen me as a trusted reporter and a “pal.” I glanced at “Doc,” trying to suggest he back off the DiSalvo stories because they clearly didn’t sit well with the cinema’s Boston Strangler. “Doc” ignored me and continued, telling us how the serial killer had gifted me with a lamp he made in prison. Bernie-Tony flinched at the lamp anecdote. I cut “Doc” off, explaining the lamp was just a curiosity and no big deal. The movie star was still sullen. I stared at “Doc” with obvious disapproval. He grinned.

I darted back to compliments to hopefully lighten the mood. “Hey, Bernie, I enjoyed your work as Ira Hayes in “The Outsider.” You really got into that character. You nailed it. You should be proud of that one”. Bernie-Tony’s petulance dissolved into a smile.

“Yeah, Geerey. I kinda dug deep to find Ira. I even woiked on my diction to get Ira’s voice”.

I nodded. “Bernie, you were excellent. You should’ve gotten more love from the critics”. Bernie-Tony pushed back his trademark forelock and nodded,

“Geerey, I never git any love from them critics. They’re all New York snobs. Probably fairies. Jealous of my action shows.”

I nodded in agreement, adding “Yonda lies da castle of my fodder, de Car-leef.” Unwise and unfair on my part. It was a familiar riff on one of Bernie-Tony’s early shows/films, “The Black Shield Of Falworth,” an exciting, sword-fighting flick designed for pure enjoyment and it delivered, despite some scathing critical reviews.

I noticed the actor’s face and quickly followed, “Hey, I absolutely enjoyed that flick. Sat through it 2 or 3 times at the Carlton Theater in Jamaica. Just 10 cents for kids back in ’54, Bernie. Just 10 cents. What a great time we had and you were so cool as the knight. Way Cool!”

Bernie-Tony was beaming again. “Yeah, me and Janet did that show. I did some of my own stunts, Geerey.” I just smiled and nodded as “Doc” and Bernie-Tony sucked heartily on their blunts.

Tony Curtis and Janet Leigh pose with their children, Kelly 5, and Jamie, 2-1/2 in this Sept. 19,1961 file photo prior to their departure on the SS Argentina for the Argentine where Curtis was to do location filming for the movie “Taras Bulba.” (AP Photo/HO – File)

I didn’t venture into questions about the actor’s highly publicized marriage/divorce to actress Janet Leigh. It would have truly been bush league for me to go there. I could see Bernie-Tony waiting, anticipating the gossip question. No, not going there.

We arrived at that moment when you realize you’ve outstayed your welcome. I realized that “Doc” and Bernie-Tony had “stuff” to discuss in private. We all stood up at the same time. We all were very wobbly. I was aware of my own state and wanted to make a smooth exit.

I nodded to “Doc” and shook hands with “Bernie-Tony” who grinned “Geerey, it’s been real, dude. I’m gonna try and catch one of your TV tings before I leave town. “Doc” showed me one of your weather tings. Man, you got to work hard, huh? Hey, Geerey, do you have a double for that blizzard stuff ya do?” I smiled and nodded a weary negative as I walked through the still thick and bewitching haze.

As I reached the door, I turned for the last time and yelled, “So, you’re TONY CURTIS, eh?” Raucous laughter as I left. I think “Doc” and Bernie-Tony were giggling as I closed the door.

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8 replies

  1. You really had great datings. What a wonderful remembrance. Thanks for sharing, and enjoy a good weekend! xx Michael

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    • Michael, thank you. As I noted, this wasn’t my finest hour but I enjoyed myself. It’s curious. I was both a “fan boy” and a local celebrity. Sometimes, the two roles clashed with hilarious and embarrassing (for me) results.

      Michael, here’s to a good weekend for you.


  2. Golly gee, “Gerrey”! I always thought Tony Curtis was from the Midwest and totally without an accent of any kind. You’ve had quite a time in your life, meeting people the rest of us only dream about. And I have to admit I’ve had some great dreams about Tony! What a great memory you have shared today. Thank you.

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    • Kentucky, I’m glad you enjoyed the piece. Given that I’ve always been a big fan of old Hollywood, my encounters with the “legends” have occupied a special place in my sense memory. Hopefully, you see this is more than just “name dropping” but shares about relaxed ‘down time” spent with the celebs.

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      • You told a story about meeting someone you met. The fact that it was a famous person was secondary to the dialect, which was unexpected and so amusing that I was laughing while reading the whole story. That isn’t name dropping, Garry. That is telling an amusing tale about a day in your life and told very well, I might add.

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  3. Just wanted to mention that Tony Curtis had a personal friend in our town of Solothurn and now and again would spend a week with him on holiday. We would read it in the newspaper when he arrived as it did make headlines, but I never saw him here.

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