As I sit here, every morning, I never know what I’m going to write about. Somehow, admitting that brings me an idea. At the risk of gushing, I am thinking of one night, a few weeks ago, when I was at Craig’s restaurant and watering hole for the “A” listers of show business.
As i scanned the room, I noticed a familiar face. It was George Schlatter. He was sitting in a booth with Tina Sinatra (Frank’s Daughter) and another man who I did not know.
I approached the booth, knowing that it was the wrong thing to do. I said, ‘Hi Mr. Schlatter, I’m Kip Addotta.” He graciously feigned immediate recognition and I said, “My God, you don’t look any different, than you did thirty years ago.” Which was the truth)
George Schlatter is an American television producer and director,known for Rowan Martin;s ‘Laugh In and founder of the The American Comedy Awards. I also had the pleasure of working with him on a few shows.
Mr Schlatter introduced me to the other members of hid party. Tina Sinatra and another gentleman, who shall remain nameless because I can’t remember his name. However, I do remember how Tina Sinatra looked. She looked like forty-million dollars. She is gorgeous and I must say I was knocked back on my heels, at the sight of her. Then again, why wouldn’t she be. Her father Frank Sinatra and her mother Nancy Barbato (Her maiden name) were beautiful people and it showed in Tina.
I had always thought that Nancy Sinatra was also a beautiful woman and could never understand why Mr. Sinatra made the horrible mistake of blowing his marriage with her, Everyone saw them and their children as a wonderful American family and I’m sure that Mr. Sinatra regretted it for the rest of his life. As a matter of fact, he told me he did!
After recovering from my shock at wow beautiful Tina Sinatra was, I got back to the subject at hand, George Schlatter. I wanted him to know that I had done some research on him, I told him that I knew that he had been ‘The Bouncer” at Ciro’s. Ciro’s combined a luxe baroque interior and an unadorned exterior and became a famous hangout for movie people of the 1940s and, 1950s. It was one of “the” places to be seen and guaranteed being written about in the gossip columns of the day like Hedda Hopper, Louella Parsons and Florabel Muir.
George Schlatter laughed and in a booming voice, declared, “I was not the bouncer ay Ciro’s! I was the executive in charge of extrication!” This made us all laugh and I asked him for his email address. I got it!
I walked away and didn’t bother their party again, but I will never forget the experience!