An entertaining piece of writing from Charlie LeDuff at MyFoxDetroit:
I met the housekeeper with whom Arnold Schwarzenegger allegedly sired a love child. And let me just say that while she is well-endowed, she wasn’t much of a cook.
Let me explain: When Schwarzenegger announced his candidacy to replace California Gov. Gray Davis in the historic recall election of 2003, I had been trying to pump iron with Schwarzenegger or ride motorcycles so I could write a profile about him for The New York Times. I worked for the paper then as its junior man in the Los Angeles bureau.
But his camp held me at arms distance since I would often refer to him in print as the “sagging action hero.” Getting no attention, I would arrive at his news conferences in biker boots, big silver ties and my goatee brushed up with mascara to make it look like a tarantula. I freaked them out.
Then there was the matter of a half-dozen women claiming he had groped and manhandled them while he was in his Hollywood prime.
Despite the womanizing scandal, he easily won the governor’s chair and now an aide called me to say Schwarzenegger would grant me the interview, motorcycle and all.
I showed up on Pacific Coast Highway as instructed on my Harley-Davidson with oil leaking from the crankcase and waited. Seven o’clock, no governor. Eight o’clock. Nine o’clock. Nothing. By 10 o’clock I was cursing him up and down.
At noon, back at home in Hollywood and painting my porch, I got another call: “The governor wishes to apologize,” the aide said. “He just plumb forgot. You can understand that, considering?”
I said: “I guess so.”
“To make it up to you, the governor would like to invite you and your wife to his home tonight to watch the Golden Globes. Say seven sharp?”
My wife and I dressed in our best. I wore the black suit. She wore pearls. But when we walked into the foyer of his mansion, Maria Shriver was wandering the marble halls in her sweat pants.
The housekeeper, reported to be Mildred Baena , whom I recognized this week from the tabloid photographs, had a buffet laid out of warmed-over tacquitos, nachos and hot dogs.
This was no Hollywood party. This was watching TV with the Schwarzeneggers!
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