There was a phone number.
I decided to call Joe Singer that night after the races.
Which I did.
Joe was casual, easy.
The idea, he said, was to create a series for tv based on a writer like myself.
An old guy who was still writing, drinking, playing the horses.
Why don't we get together and talk about it?" he asked.
You'll have to come here," I said, "at night." "O.k.," he said, "when?" "Night after next." "Fine.
You know who I want to get to play you?" "Who?" He mentioned an actor, let's call him Harry Dane.
I always liked Harry Dane.
Great," I said, "and thanks for the 300." "We wanted to get your attention." "You did." Well, the night came around and there was Joe Singer.
