I went out to the parking lot late last night in front of Cassie's Steakhouse, and who do I see there sitting in his old GMC pick up truck? Montgomery Clift.
Monty sat in the front seat, his Stetson lowered so that I could just see the bottom half of his face, from the nose to the chin. The rest of him was in shadow.
He nodded when he saw me, the kind of nod two men who understand each other's need for privacy allow themselves. 'You're free to think and feel whatever you want to think and feel' is what Monty nodded to me, and I agreed, nodding the same back to him.