A story about James Caan
In college in the the early ‘70s I worked at Marriott’s Camelback Inn in Paradise Valley, AZ. One afternoon I was setting up for a banquet around the pool area and a man surrounded by several well-endowed, skantily clad young ladies was giving one of my fellow employees a hard time over a drink order. He was loud and obnoxious, and in my estimation trying to make himself “Mr. Big” in front of the ladies at the expense of the “hired help.” At the Marriott I had met actors, actresses, politicians, businessmen – including a gracious Bill Marriott – artists, and one day – President Richard Nixon. Nixon’s visit to the Camelback Inn is described in Woodward’s “The Final Days.” Caan was out of his league at the Marriott.
