Heidi’s still working! KMPC-AM radio’s Fred Wallin landed an exclusive, live interview with Heidi Fleiss. She startled listeners by saying that her business is booming. After all, she pointed out, a lot of people depend on her to make them feel better. This Heidi Fleiss, by the way, is a Manhattan chiropractor.
Heidi’s big announcement: We phoned the N.Y. Fleiss’ office just to make sure it was no gag. She was there. She said that by now she’s heard all the comparisons: “We both have appointment books. We both develop relationships. Only she’s going into a courtroom and I go into a treatment room.”
This Fleiss said she has Hollywood film celebrities and politicians for clients herself, but won’t reveal any names for publication. “In the past, I might have,” she said. “But not now.”
The 33-year-old chiropractor said she differs from the 27-year-old alleged madam in one other respect: “I’m due to have a baby in four weeks.”
Hollywood high schools: To stimulate business, the L.A. School District recently voted to temporarily cut the rate it charges film companies for the use of school property--from $3,000 to $1,500 per day.
L.A.-area high schools have been glimpsed in numerous movies and TV shows over the years. Some credits:
* Torrance High: “Beverly Hills 90210"
* Hamilton High: “Parker Lewis Can’t Lose,” “Mr. Novak,” “The Trouble With Father”
* Venice High: “Grease”
* Marshall High: “Rebel Without a Cause,” “Grease”
* Beverly Hills High: “It’s a Wonderful Life,” “It Happened One Christmas,” “The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer”
* Los Angeles High: “Room 222"
* Hollywood High: “Hollywood High” . . . which actually had just two “drive-by shots” of the campus, according to John Blumenthal, who wrote a history of the school.
Blumenthal quotes Hollywood’s school paper as complaining that the film portrayed “our students as sex-crazed morons whose main purpose in life seems to be getting stoned and having sexual relations in vans, or having spaghetti fights in pizzarias.”
It was not a documentary.
Walking on air: Ben Elder snapped a photo in Harbor City that seems to symbolize the lowly state of the pedestrian in Southern California’s car culture.
One life down, eight to go: Judy Lombardo shared with us a classified ad that began: “Found: Cat, 3-legged . . . call to identify.”
It sounds like a variation on an ad that jokesters sent into newspapers for years: “Lost. Three-legged dog. Missing one eye. Ear partly chewed off,” the ad would say.
And it would end: “Answers to ‘Lucky.’ ”
A county transportation study found that 80% of L.A.'s Downtown commuters almost never use their cars from the time they arrive at work until the time they leave.