Issue 143, Summer 1997
Truman was a great jazz buff. Peggy Lee was one of his favorite singers. So, I called up Peggy who was a friend of mine and I said, “I’m here with Truman and we’d love to take you to dinner. Are you free tomorrow?”
She said, “Yes, why don’t you come for a drink around six?” Typical LA, they eat like farmers. She sends her car for us. The house is in Bel Air and it’s got an enormous front door—one of these modern houses with a lot of glass and stone. There’s some trouble getting the door unlocked so we stand there for a while. Then we walked in and there’s the biggest living room I ever saw in my life and the longest sofa.
The sofa was longer than this room. Typical Hollywood-two- floor ceilings. Peggy Lee can press a button on a console by her and the screen comes down, the projector turns on, that son of thing. It’s an enormous, dramatic, theatrical Hollywood kind of place. At one end is a solid line of glass sliding doors overlooking her gardens. Peggy is dressed in a very thin whi…