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Banker's Hill/Mercy Outpatient
Just keep it honed. You might need it later on. Mine is in need of an overhaul, but at least it's still tickin'. My wife and daughter might have contradictory opinions, the sponges.— November 6, 2009 5:04 p.m.
The Sordid, Grisly Details
"I just asked my 81 year old roommate what she thought of when she thought of the word. Her response? An ignorant person." Which begs me to inquire: What is her response to the word(s) "PistolPete"?— November 6, 2009 4:03 p.m.
Banker's Hill/Mercy Outpatient
Well, if you were a dude, we could be the Blush Brothers. To bend the gender back your way, we could alternately be billed as the Scarlet Sisters. Your powers of recall are impressive. Or perhaps it's your your cataloguing abilities. Anyway, ya nailed me on that one. Ta ta for now!— November 6, 2009 2:30 p.m.
Banker's Hill/Mercy Outpatient
Not sure. Have yet to experience one (of the two mentioned) Such a coy boy! Wish I had more time to spend here....I agree with many others, your renderings are captivating. Or shall I say the one threaded here since today marks my first read of any of your missives. Blush away!— November 6, 2009 1:06 p.m.
Banker's Hill/Mercy Outpatient
re: #30: Is that blush all-encompassing? (28 & 29?; and/or; neither?)— November 6, 2009 12:39 p.m.
Banker's Hill/Mercy Outpatient
"Hey SD-where do you live in Bankers Hill? I lived on Front Street and Kalima.<(Kalmia)> By SurfPuppy619 8:47 p.m., Nov 5, 2009" SP - barking up the wrong tree again!— November 6, 2009 11:53 a.m.
The Anti-Sonic Burger
gardenparty: This one's for you (and Refried) http://www.roadfood.com/Forums/m147208.aspx— November 5, 2009 10:38 a.m.
Memory -- er, uh -- Lapses at the Union-Tribune
Re #46: I'm sure you knew her better than I. Perhaps that is the reaction I was expecting to see. Thanks for your input.— November 1, 2009 12:40 p.m.
Memory -- er, uh -- Lapses at the Union-Tribune
Re #42: As the elevators doors were closing, I did take a quick look and my observation was that she looked stunned, or perhaps caught off guard by the mention of someone who could give a first-hand accounting of her earlier years. Pure conjecture, of course. I should also mention that the "bodyguards" were the GM at the time, DeBakcsy, the personnel chief, Vikander, and her personal chauffeur/valet, Henry Ford. I can but guess at the reaction, but I believe it's an educated guess. I also did not mean to imply that she made any attempts to hide her Iowa origins. I suppose I might also include the fact that my father, who was a highly-regarded U-T employee for nearly fifteen years, passed away suddenly and at an early age, seven days shy of receiving his pension. My mother appealed and the pension was denied by one of the men mentioned above.— November 1, 2009 8:35 a.m.
Memory -- er, uh -- Lapses at the Union-Tribune
Re #39: I don't have a plethora of stories worth mentioning, but here's one I that is of some personal interest. Much energy was spent trying to eradicate any trace of Helen's plebian upbringing. It just so happened that my father had known her when they were kids growing up in the same town in Iowa. One fine morning, after my realization that I was on my way to becoming officially persona non grata, the elevator opened on the first floor and I was met with the grim countenances of the usual band of lackeys who tended to Helen during all of her rare visitations, think along the lines of the Vatican cardinals doting on the Pope. They were surrounding Helen, giving the impression of shielding her from the unwashed as she ascended from the parking garage to her office. I casually mentioned that she had known my father, much to the apple-polishers' alarm. "Oh, really, who is that?", she asked as the elevator paused on my floor. I tossed out my Dad's name over my shoulder as I was exiting, adding, "You knew him when you were both kids in Cedar Rapids". I still chortle over that one.— November 1, 2009 3:50 a.m.