> Gina Francis    

Gina Francis entered my life shortly after I first arrived in Los Angeles and, being a gentleman, I will refrain from reminding everyone just how long ago it was that I ventured west. Suffice to say, our friendship has endured a substantial amount of the old tick, tock, tick, tock. We make one another laugh. Her particular laugh is one of my very favorites-- Loud, long and, when appropriately stimulated, deliciously hysterical and highly infectious. I sometimes go to unusual lengths to prompt one of her ecstatic detonations of mirth. She claims to have saved hours and hours of my recorded phone messages. There have been stretches in my career where her answering machine was my only worthwhile creative outlet. One of my fictional characters left a rather seductive audio missive that damn near got Miss Francis brutalized by a jealous suitor. I was mortified to have been the cause of discord within her relationship with this "person", but delighted when he soon received the old heave ho. He was, to understate the circumstance, not my favorite of her boyfriends.
 
    Gina sometimes has difficulty recognizing the attractions of her own style, beauty and enormous talents. This exasperates, confounds but, I suppose, ultimately charms me as does most everything else about this wonderful woman. She is my friend and I am hers.
 
    Her position at Paramount Studios has gotten me ungettable tickets to the hottest of parties and premieres and I have often popped into to her offices to test an audition and benefit from her dead-on feedback whenever I'm on the lot trying to land a job. And I have gotten jobs that I would not have gotten had I not taken the detour to the first floor of Preston Sturges. She puts up with this!  A friend indeed.
 
    When I look at the Clock Photo above I see Gina Francis, Bette Midler, An 80's era Heavy Metal Rocker (whose name escapes me) and Adolph Hitler. There is not a fascist bone in her hard and trim body but that Clock's electrical plug above her upper lip just screams Blonde Hitler to me. Go figure. She has a host of faces and is beautiful even when mugging and
stunningly attractive when not.  You get the idea, I imagine, that I am somewhat fond of this lady.
 
Miss Francis was listening to "Misguided Angel" by The Cowboy Junkies when this photograph was taken on April 27, 1990.

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