No Sense In Being A Grifter If

Twenty-five Years Ago I Couldn`t Walk Down The Street Without Being Recognized. Now I Can Put A Cap On, Walk Anywhere And No One Pays Me Any Attention. They Don`t Ask Me About My Movies And They Don`t Ask Me About My Salad Dressing Because They Don`t Know Who I Am. Am I Happy About This? You Bet.

I Really Just Can't Watch Myself. I See All The Machinery At Work And It Just Drives Me Nuts.

I Just Hope When My Body Goes, Or When My Mind Does, I Have The Guts To End It The Way Hemingway Did. I Don't Want Anybody Wiping Drool Off My Chin.

Well, I'm Not Able To Work Anymore As An Actor And Still At The Level I Would Want To ... You Start To Lose Your Memory, You Start To Lose Your Confidence, You Start To Lose Your Invention. So, That's Pretty Much A Closed Book For Me. And I'm Grateful For The Other Things That Have Come Into My Life: Grandkids, And Restaurants And Charity ... I've Been Doing It For 50 Years. That's Enough.

I Don't Go For The So-called "intimate" Stuff. Column Items That Report: "minerva Ferncroft Sleeps In Pink Dusting Powder Between Puce-colored Sheets In A Heart-shaped Bed." It Leaves Me Cold.