In Their Own Words: The Tuskegee Airmen Page #5

It's his break, after all.

Thank you.

If you want to lie down

or relax for a while,

you know where the room is.

I read that you liked the 2005 Ros.

Don't forget, Clayton, 30 minutes,

so no time for foreplay.

I'm so sorry.

That's okay, I've read his books.

So, what'd you say your name was again?

I didn't. It's Daniella.

That's a beautiful name.

Can't you think of

something better than that?

Well, how about this:

They gave me a little green room

back there.

It's got really great wine and cheese.

And I won't have to sign any more books,

and maybe I'll think of something

more interesting to say.

Wanna go?

Lead the way.

Come on.

- Shut up.

- I have to rest my voice.

It gets really dry when I read,

and I have a whole other section.

Don't bullshit me.

I'm not.

It's okay. I already know

everything about you anyway.

Oh, really?

Everything?

Everything.

What do you know?

I know you hate tomatoes.

I know

Miles Davis' Kind of Blue

is your favorite jazz recording.

I know you love to watch Cheers reruns.

And I know you took Latin

for seven years

and cheated on every single test.

Wait a minute.

How do you know that?

Esquire, you said it yourself.

Ugh.

I've got to start reading my interviews.

So...

what else do you know?

I know that you've been with your wife

since your freshman year of college.

I know that you go to every single

Yankees home game,

and I know that you,

Clayton Hammond, are a genius.

Shows how much you know.

Why's that?

I missed two Yankee games last year.

Oh, sorry.

And, uh, my wife and I are...

separated.

I actually did know that,

but you're wearing a ring.

Yeah.

So, uh, Daniella,

how did you get backstage tonight?

I'm a grad student at Columbia, and I

begged my professor for his ticket.

I won the Elman Fellowship,

just like you.

Mr. Hammond, they're ready for you.

Yes, Mr. Hammond,

we're ready for you.

This is the second and, uh,

final selection of the evening.

"It was a crisp and clear autumn morning.

The old man was dressed

exactly as the day before."

Can I hail you a cab?

I'm gonna take the bus, thanks.

You're welcome.

Go to Central Park? Great.

How you doing today?

I'm okay. How are you?

You know what I mean?

Sure.

What's that book you're reading?

Ask the Dust, John Fante.

How did you find him?

Nobody knows him.

You read Fante?

Read him? I knew him.

You knew John Fante.

Met him in Los Angeles.

Must have been 1958.

He should have been someone

that everybody knows.

Yeah.

What happened?

Life.

So how does it feel?

How does what feel?

To be somebody everybody knows?

You know,

I don't really think about it.

Come on.

Don't bullshit an old bullshitter.

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