Re: Dustin Hoffman. Elmoore, you may not have been around when I posted this a long time ago, but he was one of my late, great Uncle Charlie's many tenants who didn't have to pay rent when they didn't have it, so that was one bill he didn't need to worry about, LOL. I mentioned here many a moon ago that one summer when I was back in NYC the phone in Charlie's apartment rang and I picked it up. The male speaker asked for Charlie, who wasn't there, and said to tell him "Dusty called." It was only later that Charlie told me who "Dusty" was. This was long after
The Graduate had hit, but they stayed in touch. In fact, as I think I mentioned, in the commentary on
The Producers DVD, when Mel Brooks talks about "Dusty" (hey, I feel I have permission to call him that now) throwing rocks on the window of an apartment house on West 11th between 5th & 6th, that was one of Charlie's buildings. And I think it was probably next door to where "Dusty" rented, since Charlie owned a lot of that block. Why "Dusty" didn't phone is anyone's guess.
Re: the bank/synagogue story. Oy. I am still fuming. The synagogue moved, so Betsy, who does the books, called the bank to change the address that the bank statements come to. She only gave them the account numbers for the synagogue, but they asked her to verify the spelling of her last name as a security precaution (she's listed as a signer on the checking account). So, of course, she goes over to pick up the mail yesterday and lo and behold our personal checking account statement is there. So I end up arguing with the frigging bank customer service people (two of them, since the first one had no clue, and the second, an alleged supervisor, had an attitude the size of Texas) about what our address was. I ended up having to call the corporate office in Seattle. Washington Mutual's "Supervisor" Linda is about to get a major taste of her own medicine. The thing that drove me crazy was this was a mistake they created and then they absolutely refused to do anything to rectify it until I called corporate. Unbelievable.
End of rant. For now.