#dan farrell

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward with director-producer Mark Robson during the filming on location—something that was still uncommon in the late 1950s—for the movie From the Terrace at Beaver & Broad streets, in the Financial District, December 13, 1959.

Photo: Dan Farrell for the NY Daily News via Getty Images

[avictimofthejazz]

@theycametoconquertheearth53

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Michael huffed, annoyed and not very skilled at hiding it. He never was good at hiding his emotions. He just accepted whatever he was feeling at the time, embraced the sensation, and ran with it. Granted, that got him in trouble more than a few times, but Wilton had not chosen him for his emotional control. That was more Bonnie’s department anyways…. Michael let thoughts of the brunette mechanic distract him for a few seconds before refocusing on the problem at hand. Namely, trying to figure out what happened to Delores Macabee before the cops decided he had something to do with her going missing.

“So, you only got involved in this when you heard she had gone missing? Not before that?” Michael tilted his head, leaning back in his chair until it balanced on its two back legs. “Because she came to the Foundation, and said she needed help with the police chief in town running a racketeering scheme. Knowing that, and the fact she’s gone missing, I’m not too keen to talk to the police on an uneven footing if you know what I mean.” Michael prayed this Dan Farrell did, or he was about to be in for a very awkward, unproductive and likely short-lived conversation before the police came in to really complicate his day.

[virtuallyinsane]

[jerseystylephotography]

November 25, 1963 - New York Daily News' Dan Farrell (from Hazelton, PA) snaps one of the most famous photos of the 20th century. It was John-John's third birthday.

[avictimofthejazz]

"The local detectives want to question everybody involved with that woman's disappearance..." (Dan Farrell to any muse)

Michael Knight shifted in his chair, trying to make it look like he was escaping an errant spring rather than squirming uncomfortably. The fact of the matter was though, the last thing he wanted was the local police poking around into this mess. His situation wasn’t exactly… normal, and having nosy cops digging too much into his past would only lead to uncomfortable questions. At one point in his life, when he was still Michael Long, he had been an LAPD detective himself. But that was before he was betrayed on an undercover assignment, and shot in the face. An eccentric billionaire named Wilton Knight saved his life, giving him a new face, a new identity and a new purpose working for his organization… but Michael Knight had no history prior to three years ago. Simply put, he had not existed. Once the cops noticed that little fact, they always started asking awkward questions.

“Well… I wasn’t really involved in it.” Michael confessed. “I came to town to meet Delores Macabee—she contacted the foundation that I work for and asked for help—but she was already missing by the time I arrived. What do you know about it?” Maybe if he played his cards right, he would be able to get information out of this man instead of having it pumped out of himself.

[madlyinlovewithmads]

Im ending this absolute miserable year with one of my favorite guys🤗I rarely post about Robert Stack on my blog anymore and I really do miss him gracing my dashboard. He has helped me through the darker times and deserves more love; he was an absolute gentleman who had such a heart of gold and down-to-Earth🥰Definitely will post about him more!

[madlyinlovewithmads]

All I want right now is crawl straight in this man's lap and just have his arms wrap around me🤗