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"I went down to sell peanuts and soda, and thinking it would be like in a TV show where you saw the young kid trying to make a thing," Hanks recalls. "Well first of all, I got robbed twice. Note to self: Hide those wads of cash. Don't be walking with a wad of cash in your pocket. Then, I came across professional vendors, who did not like the fact kids were there." (click for more)

Lil’ Buck Sinegal, a guitarist whose mastery of zydeco and the blues made him a sought-after player heard on albums by Clifton Chenier, Buckwheat Zydeco, Allen Toussaint and more, died Monday at his home in Lafayette, La. He was 75. His son, Paul Jr., said Friday that the cause had yet to be determined but a heart attack is suspected. His father, he said, was still playing until a few weeks ago despite substantial pain from a torn rotator cuff in his shoulder, and he had put off surgery so that he could play the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival last month. The surgery was scheduled for this Monday, the day of his funeral. In a career that began when he was a teenager, Sinegal played on big stages around the world and in small clubs in southern Louisiana. He was a regular at the Ponderosa Stomp, a New Orleans music festival dedicated to rediscovering unsung artists and songs of the past. Its website calls him “the best guitar slinger South Louisiana has to offer,” and in a tribute on Facebook, the festival’s co-founder, Ira Padnos, described him as “the heart and soul of the Ponderosa Stomp as well as its secret weapon,” a musician who would lead the festival’s backing band in hours’ worth of rehearsals to get the sound of the old roots-rock and blues tunes just right. “Lil’ Buck truly relished the role he played as the leader of the Stomp’s band,” Padnos wrote. “He truly loved the challenge of what I could come up with to ask him to learn.” Paul Alton Sinegal was born Jan. 14, 1944, in Lafayette to Joseph and Odette (Broussard) Senegal. (His son said that ambiguous penmanship had led to the “I” spelling on an early passport and that his father had stuck with it.) By 11 he was camping out on a corner of St. Charles, the street where he lived, next to a newspaper stand and... (click for more)

Sylvia Miles, who earned two Academy Award nominations (for “Midnight Cowboy” and “Farewell, My Lovely”) and decades of glowing reviews for her acting before drawing equal attention for her midlife transition to constant partygoer and garishly flamboyant dresser, died Wednesday in Manhattan. She was 94. Her death was confirmed by a friend, publicist Mauricio Padilha. He said she died in an ambulance on the way to a hospital. Blond-maned and nasal-voiced, Miles was in her mid-40s when she portrayed, briefly, a well-groomed, poodle-owning Upper East Side hooker (her building has a doorman) who manages to out-hustle Jon Voight’s character, an aspiring prostitute himself, in 1969’s “Midnight Cowboy.” She earned her second Oscar nomination for a 5½-minute scene with Robert Mitchum in “Farewell, My Lovely,” based on a novel by Raymond Chandler. In the 1975 film, He was detective Philip Marlowe, and she was a former entertainer wearing a bathrobe in the middle of the day who trades information for a bottle of bourbon. Perhaps her most memorable line was, “When I like a guy, the ceiling’s the limit.” In between, as the sexual revolution hit its peak, she established a reputation as daring and bawdy. She starred as an aging movie actress enjoying a younger man (Joe Dallesandro) in “Heat,” a 1972 X-rated film directed by Paul Morrissey, under the aegis of Andy Warhol. She appeared bare-breasted in European posters for the film and posed nude (with a group of men, also naked) for a magazine layout. Criticized widely, she was quoted in Earl Wilson’s column in the New York Post as saying: “What’s wrong with it? They’re all friends of mine.” But her acting abilities were still taken seriously. “Sylvia Miles is something special, a persona,” Vincent Canby wrote, reviewing “Heat” in... (click for more)

ARIES. (March 20 - April 19): You could have sworn a clause was in your favor. Unfortunately, it can also be interpreted another way. Brace yourself for repercussions. (click for more)

Dear Abby: I have a guy friend who goes from girl to girl constantly. People talk about what a player he is and say he doesn’t really like the women he’s dating. He has been called desperate — among other things. None of this ever gets to him. Even though we are just close friends, he has even asked ME out. I think he’s doing things all wrong, and I want to tell him so, but I know it’s his life, and he’s going to tell me that. I want people to stop talking behind his back. He annoys me so much when it comes to his dating life that I sometimes want to scream at his face. Do you have advice for me? Good (Girl) Friend in Connecticut Dear Friend: Yes, I do. You have a right to express your opinions. That said, try to be less judgmental. Remain his friend but focus less on his dating life because it is not your business. You are making a mistake if you allow it to become an obsession. Dear Abby: My boyfriend of 10 years and I recently broke up over some photos he has displayed on his mantel. At one time, he had an 8-by-10 photo of me, which suddenly disappeared. He swore he had no idea what happened to it. He now has four photos (two are 8-by-10) of a woman he calls his “co-worker.” She ushers with him at church on Sundays, and I know she has no interest in him. I’m not a jealous person, but those photos have caused me hurt and embarrassment when others asked who the “babe” in the pictures is. He knew my feelings about them, but didn’t take them down. He has two smaller pictures of the two of us, but you can’t miss the two 8-by-10s when you enter the room. Was I wrong in asking him to remove them? I still care for him, but my feelings don’t seem to matter to him. Perplexed and Hurting in... (click for more)

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