Steven Ivory: Giant  *Judging Mason solely by his appearance
would have been a mistake. An accident on Los Angeles’
treacherous 405 in the early ’70s may have left him mobility-
challenged, but in 1985, the proud, stubborn and durable
Louisiana-born Mason, 32, still had those striking looks: that
strong jaw line and dimpled chin, distinctive hook nose, thick,
jet black hair, dark, piercing eyes and flawless Cherokee skin. 
When his body was straightened out, Mason said he measured 5’7.
And it took every inch of him to deal with Anya.  Los Angeles is
riddled with the carcasses of the men who couldn’t.  A restless
young woman with the innate, unenviable genius to always find
the pariah in the room, Anya, at 27, had three children–two boys
and a girl–all under age ten, by three different suitors.  I met
her in ’85, at a private party on the old A&M Records Hollywood
lot that she and a girlfriend crashed relying solely on Anya’s
lean, stunning Algerian features.  I wasn’t enough for her.
After just one drama-fill