Summer is the time to see the world and hunt for deals

Bill Diehl, formerly on ABC Radio, sent me “See,” a 1953 magazine he discovered.Besides the cover, it’s two pages about me.

I’ll reprint one paragraph.Goes good with warm potato salad.My husband Joey was big in the American Guild of Variety Artists, a similar organization here to Ronald Reagan’s Screen Actors Guild out West.Our honeymoon was three months.

Joey: “My agent came to see us off.He wants 10% of our wedding gifts.”In London, he said: “All countries should drive on the left.

You could knock off more communists that way.” In Paris: I shopped at Pierre Balmain and was halfway to Italy while he was still at Balmain bargaining.Rome: Feeling safe among the ruins he was happy there.

Israel? A sheikh with 40 wives was shopping for another.When the sheikh said price was no object, I’m sure I saw Joey waver.OK.

So, it’s now summer.When all good wives go to the country and all good husbands go to their girlfriends.One blond summer stock ingenue had five roles and seven affairs.

Lousy actress but definitely the happiest.Forget becoming Sarah Bernhardt.

Or even Piper Laurie.You wallpaper, scrub dressing rooms and build furniture.

By September you can get work immediately.As a cabinet maker.Summer theater was once in buildings.

Now barns, haylofts, mud holes.Hogs graze within a pig’s knuckle of the stage.

If the audience mumbles “stinks,” they’re right.Try smelling “Hamlet” in the round in Arkansas.Occasionally a producer stumbles into a summer theater.

The star thinks it’s her chance.Actually her figure’s her chance.

Her ability was having starred in a Kentucky version of “Rain.” I mean, please.She wasn’t even a drizzle.Onto other things.

Like liberals wanting to fight.Wanting thousands of bodies in the sand over there.

“Let’s go get them” replaces “give peace a chance.”Israel also wants military action.Americans are confused.

Iran executes dissenters.The situation changes hourly.

The regime increase...