If These Walls Could Talk (Part 2) | by Pam Munter

The late 1930s and the decade of the 1940s were the best years for me. There was unrelenting excitement stirring, something brewing all the time. It was thrilling to see the big stars come into my foyer. They had a certain mystique that made them different from, say, the directors and producers they came to…

If These Walls Could Talk |by Pam Munter (Part 1)

It’s true. I’m not what I used to be. But, in spite of the years and the disheartening changes, I still stand proudly. Wouldn’t you? It’s not merely that I’ve been in daily use for 80 years. You can’t help but be impressed when you’ve watched all the famous and infamous people who have walked…

​Hello, Dolly, Goodbye | by Pam Munter

Nearly everything about the musical comedy “Hello, Dolly” is legendary. It’s a nostalgic time capsule set to music, not only of the early 20th century but of Broadway’s golden era. And yet, it remains timeless to audiences. Bette Midler has been playing to sold-out houses in a recent revival and in January Bernadette Peters will…

​Passing It On | by Pam Munter 

The night club is dark and seedy, but I can easily identify the bones of what was once reputedly a hot spot for the Rat Pack in the 1960s here in Palm Springs.  An alleged quote from Frank Sinatra covers much of one wall, meant to evoke a different era: “Alcohol may be man’s worst…