OK, time another Chainmail story: in 1964 when I was Senior in high school, I somehow was invited to Julie London and Bobby Troup’s house for dinner. I remember that they had a really nice home in Beverly Hills and they were very personable all evening - but I don’t remember how it came about. I’m not a musician (just ask my guitar teacher) and didn’t have any connections to Hollywood (other than one of my best friends was Bob Cummings’ son) or the music industry.
So - no clue at all how I got the invite.
Case of mistaken identity?
I wonder if even only a single photograph was taken of the company that evening.
Incredible to consider how that would "go down" today.
Any funny "Bob Cummings" stories to share?
Regards,