Another Superstar Drops by the Chelsea

Last Wednesday I was sitting in the lobby and some kind of old time vaudeville-looking character walked by. Now I had no idea who on earth he was, but I could tell by the way he carried himself that I should've known who he was.  He went to the front desk and chatted with the guys who were working the evening shift.  Then he revealed his real purpose for stopping by, whipping out an autographed photo of himself for Victor, the desk clerk, who generally works at night but wasn't around that Wednesday.   I asked Jerome, "Who on earth was that weirdo?"  "That was Joe Franklin!" Jerome said, incredulous. "Don't you know who Joe Franklin, is?" Well, I do now: he's Victor's friend.