When I was in Philadelphia during the Depression in 1930 or '31, I got a very sad job as a night watchman in a garage. The cars in the garage had been abandoned by their owners, since they had lost their jobs and couldn't keep up the payments.
“I won't write my autobiography because I never had an affair with Frank Sinatra, and if I had had, I wouldn't tell anyone.”
“They tend to lay dormant for a while but often come back, and then the cheques come in!”