Everybody that knew him has at least one favorite Polski story. I once fixed him up with a leggy model friend we ran into in Delmonicos. She had this huge dog, a boxer named Fredo, and lived in a pre war high rise. Next day I asked him how things went . He said he was playing with Fredo , throwing a ball around the living room while he was waiting, and the ball went out the 20th story window. Fredo , chasing it, went out too. What the helll did you do, I asked. Polski says , well, she came in asking where Fredo was and I told her he was here a minute ago and to tell you the truth he looked kind of depressed. The guy always had an out.