Lauren Bacall’s silver screen debut. Not a bad start, eh? This scene is still smoking hot.
William Faulkner helped on the script, based on the novel by Ernest Hemingway. The movie features a memorable performance by Walter Brennan in a supporting role and a couple of charming routines by the one and only Hoagy Carmichael.
In some subway stations around town the token booth clerks now wear red jackets and just answer questions. I haven’t run into any of these clerks yet–fortunately, my man Rob on 238th street still sells me a metro card–but my cousin did the other day on 23rd and Broadway.
Sees a guy come up to the clerk, a spoiled-brat European-looking guy, waving his Metrocard and says, “I put it in once. I put it in a second time! Now it says “Just Used!”
It was the Upper West Side food store, along with Fairway, when I was a kid. My old man would send me there for a beef salami and a seeded rye…”Sliced.”
I don’t go too often anymore. It is crowded, it is expensive, but it also is what it has always been: food heaven.
As a lefthanded hitter he’s always had a lot more Tony Gwynn in him than Ken Griffey Jr. He’s not exactly a slap hitter, but Johnson has made a career of hitting the ball to all fields, always more comfortable going the other way than pulling the ball.
“My whole life’s been left field,” was the way he put it yesterday.
. . . (Batting coach Kevin) Long took one look at him on tape after the Yankees signed him as a free agent and saw an obvious flaw that was draining his power from his swing. Basically, he wasn’t using his legs to drive the ball.
“When I watched him it was striking that his back foot was sliding out and collapsing,” Long explained. “So that was the first thing we attacked, getting to use his lower half more efficiently and consistently.”
. . . The payoff came quickly, in Johnson’s fifth and sixth at-bats of the spring, and the home runs were enough to make the Yankees salivate over what his new approach might produce this season.