Tonight I was hanging out at The Player’s Club, a writers’ private club in NYC, with my friends Lee Pfieffer, the publisher of Cinema Retro magazine, and fellow writer David Savage. As David and I (and my beau Ern) were leaving whom do we pass on the staircase but Tina Louise! David stopped and said hello to her (while I gawked) and told Tina, looking glam in her cocktail dress, that they had a met once before at a party a few years ago. Tina seemed very sincere when she apologized for not recalling. The poor girl gets a bad rap for being difficult but tonight she was charming!