At this moment on ReelTime Weblogs of movies, spruce geese and hamburgers… we have our newest entry on Bob Hope.
Life is good; while you’re alive, that is, I guess was for Mr. Hope
Earlier this week, Linda Hope announced an estate sale of the late Bob Hope’s personal belongings. Times are hard everywhere, I suppose.
There are many items going to the block. A lota funny hats and golf clubs, I’m told. One interesting thing on the block will be Hope’s dentures, which definitely have my interest as a buyer.
The way I see it, his papers and pictures, even the golf clubs are far too ephemeral.
The teeth, why, that’s like buying a piece of the man, himself. And I’m sure high quality dentures would last hundreds of years. I have scripts from 10 years ago that have fallen apart. Why would I want to buy that? The teeth on the other hand. Ah, the teeth!
I have good memories of Hope, even though he called me a “bum.” “Your father didn’t make pictures with so much blood, you bum!” He yelled at me in ‘69 at a party with Peter Sellers and an elephant.
