There Pierces are interested in attending the 2013 Napa Valley Tennis Classic, September 20-22. At the Meadowood Resort in Napa.
The Napa Valley Tennis Classic is now in its thirteenth year at Meadowood.
The Classic was founded as a collaborative effort on the part of UC Berkely Coach Peter Wright and Meadowood Tennis Pro Doug King to support the Cal tennis program and bring exciting, top-rate tennis to the Napa Valley.
Tournament Field: 24 College Players and 8 USTA Juniors – Alabama, Cal, Florida State, Stanford, Texas A+M and Tulsa.
Robert finds this very funny.
They’d fed Aunt Susan to a horse in Central Park when she was only fifty. She’d promised to get her niece a summer internship at Bravo. But, when she called up the producer she used to date, he told her he was no longer with the network. Layoffs were looming and he’d taken a buyout. Susan was shocked. She’d had ins at NBC for as long as she could remember. She’d dated assistants in her twenties, editors in her thirties, and producers in her forties. Now she didn’t even know anyone who worked there.
“It’s O.K.!” her niece insisted, as little tears formed in her eyes. “I don’t even care about TV! I just wanted an excuse to live in New York this summer—”
“Feed me to beasts,” Susan interrupted. “For I have outlived my purpose.”
The Pierces found that they can subscribe to the Metropolitan Opera website and watch dozens of productions. For $15 a month. Very cool.
Rory’s and Cadie’s recent favorite . . . Papageno. Dad likes it too.
From the Inside Movies website . . . .
Some mysteries just get juicier with age. At least, that’s how it felt on Aug. 10, when a seven-minute clip from an old Dutch TV documentary about the making of Jerry Lewis’ 1972 “lost” film, The Day the Clown Cried, was posted on YouTube by someone calling himself “Unclesporkums.” Back in 2009, I interviewed Lewis in his Las Vegas office about his career and the Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award he was slated to receive at that year’s Oscar telecast. The star, then 82, was gracious and chatty. That is, until I asked him about The Day the Clown Cried, a never-released movie that has become a sort of Holy Grail for movie buffs, like Orson Welles’ uncut version of The Magnificent Ambersons. “We don’t talk about that,” he said curtly, “not even if I found out you were one of my sons.” An eternity of silence — or, at least, what felt like an eternity of silence — followed.