How synchronistic!
I was just in the throes of penning a post on Florence Henderson's tacky behaviour lately, when a customer in 711 at the check-out counter nexto to moi did a double-take in my direction, and uttered up an observation.
"You look a bit like the Dad on the Brady Bunch," she giggled.
I reacted by noting that I crossed paths with Robert Reed years ago.
But, there was another connection (of sorts), as well.
An acquaintance of mine (a male escort) confided in me once that he played-for-pay with Reed (who was a closet-case throughout the duration of his long illustrious acting career).
"He tipped well, too," the studly hustler bragged in a druken stupor one dark night of the soul.
"Mr. Reed noted that he paid well to guarantee his privacy," he continued.
"Did you reveal his secret," I asked out of curiosity.
"I only discussed it with the other guys in the trade," he asserted proudly.
Male prostitutes have ethics, too, 'ya know?
Curiously, I was invited on to the set of one of "The Brady Bunch" reunion shows a short while after Reed's sexual proclivities were secretly disclosed to me.
Uh-huh!
Mr. Reed cruised me from across the set, but stopped short of making a pass on the sound stage.
As industry-insiders are well aware (and as fans learned later after his death) Reed was quite professional - circumspect, in fact - in that regard.
He'd never pursue sex in a work settting or even temp fate (for starters).
In contrast, I found Florence Henderson to be loose and classless.
In fact, on the set it was evident to me that she was not only a selfish person - who went after what she wanted at any cost (even at other people's expense) - but also an ego-maniac.
Needless to say, I wasn't surprised when Ms. Henderson recently tattled that Mayor Lindsay once infected her with "crabs".
It wouldn't surprise me if she hatched up the scheme (the revelation, allegations, etc.) in order to boost sales when the fluff is shipped to be stocked on the shelves later this year.
News at 11!
