When my friend, Harry Douglas, from New York, heard that I would be in Philadelphia, he told me to contact a lady acquaintance of his. She had won the Miss Philadelphia contest some years ago. We went to a bar called The Library.
We were sitting and talking when someone blotted out the overhead lights. I looked up to see Joe Frazier. He asked me if he could dance with my date, and of course, I said yes.
After two songs, they returned to our table. Joe bowed and shook my hand. “Mr. Prewitt, right?”
I nodded.
“It’s such a pleasure meeting you.”
“Uh. Thanks, Joe.”
After he left, I asked, “What was that all about?”
She said, “I told him you were a movie star so he would stop hitting on me.”
“I could have taken care of it,” I said with a straight face.
Ev: what’s this all about…? What were you drinking that night….? Joe has been dead for a dozen + years…! Or was the lady just putting you on? Anyway, FYI: I spent a night with Joe Frazier in Cleveland, driving him around looking for a restaurant that appealed to him…..until he told me he wanted some ‘action’ (!)…which I couldn’t provide….so, disappointed, he ended the evening and asked to be taken to his Hotel. [ I have his signature on the Ali–Frazier fight card at MSG, which I attended]
So..let’s have a Cab –your fav–one of these days…
David
This was back in the 70s when Joe was still smokin’