A friend of mine pointed out to me not long ago that I am mentioned in a biography about Gregory Peck.
I am mentioned following a droll anecdote about Mr. Peck, Isaac Stern, and Jane Fonda. I shit you not:
Isaac Stern recalled 'the time when we were together in the South of France, drinking a great deal, being rowdy, throwing plates in a restaurant and breaking them.' At that, Jane Fonda clutched her hand to her chest in awe. 'He's done it all. By God, he's even broken plates with Isaac Stern!'
Better than that, Greg had the singular distinction of becoming the subject of a zany, Marx Brothers sketch comedy titled Hooray for Gregory Peck's Ass! Jon Wiley, one of the troupe's principals, decided to send him a copy of their script for comments. 'We looked up his address on one of those maps of Hollywood stars' homes,' recollected Wiley.
'What can I say,' Greg replied. 'Other honors and accolades pale by comparison. Hooray for Gregory Peck's Ass! is the solacement of my later years.'
The name of our troupe was Only Ninety Percent Effective. Mr. Peck wrote us a letter, which you may read.
