Oy Vay are you going to hear it today…Today on the Biscayne Bay it’s hotter than me back in 1950’s in a pair of Speedos when my bagels worked and Sadie chased me around our condo. A guy can dream about those days, but these days, taking a good dump every morning becomes a highlight of my day.
Interesting thing about my column, I get some great emails and some well, meshunga ones to! For example, I got one late last night from a whackatoo that says he has proof that Floyd Mayweather, JR. and Ronda Rousey are playing hide the kosher pickle! First of all, since my pickle doesn’t work like it used to from bad bagels, why the (bleep) would ole Packy care? But I know many would love to read this meshunga email, so here it is, unedited and my reply!
You rule and many drool, but you are cool and I hate going to school, so I have lots of time on my hands! I have proof that Ronda Rousey’s recent calling out of Floyd Mayweather jr is because they are bumping nasty. My buddy JB saw them at hotel in Vegas hand in hand playing taste test that tongue in the lobby and then went up to a room. If it got as heated as he claims in the lobby, I bet they did more than make it rain!
Las Vegas, Nevada
First of all, I could care less who Mayweather or Rousey play doctor with. My bagels are broke, so I have no interest in Floyd’s bagels or Ronda’s rants! Send that garbage to the National Enquirer and stay out of my form box on RSR!
Willie Pep… I used to hang with Willie at Casa Santino’s Restaurant on Biscayne Blvd in Miami back in the 60’s when Al introduced us. Willie held court at the bar, and many and I mean many ladies were around him like a moth to a flame. He was a class act. Pep and Al used to do improv, which had patrons on the floor. RIP Champ!
Paul Newman/Clint Eastwood… The term “American Treasure” is so overused in our lexicon these days, but when it comes to Paul and Clint, it cannot be used enough. These gentlemen have done more for the film library than many combined have! I raise a glass of Manischewitz to them both.
My Pal Al (“Bad” Brad’s Father) … In 1960, Al was in Hollywood pursing an acting career and he runs into Moe Howard from The Three Stooges in a post office and strike up a conversation with him that only Al could do. Next thing I know, my phone rings, and I hear the operate say, I have a Person to Person call for Packy Goldstein from a Moe Howard. I took the call and for the next hour, Moe and Al had me on the floor laughing with Moe telling me inside stories about Curly Howard and Larry Fine. Only Al could get Moe Howard on a phone to call me. I truly miss my pal Al…..
The Chutzpah Award… The Chutzpah Award goes to Robert Deniro. Bobby as I call him, is a guy I have met a few times at the Tribeca Film Festival over the years. He truly cares about film, but even more so, the young actors trying to make it in acting, a profession that is not easy to do. He stands for what he believes in on top of being one of our finest actors over the last 40 years.