“Mr. Frisbie,” I called to him, and he stopped and turned around, taking off his bowler hat and smiling as he shook my hand.
I got right to the point. “I’m trying to come up with a column for the dog days of summer,” I told him. “Something quick and fun but smart. But I’m stumped. Any ideas?”
Victor Frisbie, sportsman and philanthropist, paused for a moment and said, “Why don’t you write something about me?”
Why not indeed? The case of Victor Frisbie—a wholesale Los Angeles media invention, rumored to be a distant cousin of Harvey the Rabbit—feels suddenly relevant now.