Father and Son Pizza

Back in Chicago, I lived right behind Father and Son Pizza on Milwaukee Ave, just past Fullerton. Even though it was a few steps away, I always had baked ziti delivered in the winter. One summer day, I was there noshing and sipping stale iced tea (it was never good there) and I realized that right behind me was legendary film critic Roger Ebert. He was waxing poetic about Sean Penn being the greatest American actor of our time. It was a valid argument in 1989. Father and Son was a favorite of his, so I wasn't surprised by his presence but star struck nonetheless. Famous people rarely came out in Chicago.

Years later in LA, I was walking up to the Vanity Fair party after the 1999 Oscars when I spotted Gene Siskel, the other half of the famous film critic duo. I lived in the neighborhood and it was an annual trek to walk up Robertson Ave and watch stars do the red carpet thing. This year, due to a traffic snafu, the stars ALSO had to walk up Robertson Ave much to our delight. As our comic friend Pardo was on the phone to another comic, Pat, Gene passed by. Jimmy held out the phone to Gene and said, "Gene Siskel, say hello to Pat in Chicago!" And he did. Without a beat he said, "Hello, Pat, " and kept walking up Robertson. Being Chicagoans, we were awed by not only the presence but the vocal acuity of dear old Gene. And those were the last words we heard him say. He died weeks later.