tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94798822011-04-21T15:26:59.255-07:00A spot where I can be as anecdotal as I want to be without someone interrupting ...Frednoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9479882.post-1130257282533685982005-10-25T09:20:00.001-07:002005-10-25T09:39:57.100-07:00

During a lunch break last week; while methodically rummaging through a rack of sport-jackets at the Salvation Army Thrift Store in the heart of Los Angeles’ skid row, I stopped short when my fingers detected quality fabric even before my eyes had a chance to focus sharply on the garment size or condition. I slid aside the hangers holding the passed-over items to better inspect the jacket that had

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deKooning Wannabe

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Yesterday afternoon, after I checked the schedues and listings of the 4-Euro-Tuesday-Movies being presented at the Sony Center Theatre in Potsdamer Platz, I decided, instead, to do something that I had not done since coming to Berlin three and one half years ago. I entered SpielBank, the gambling casino adjacent to Marlene-Dietrich-Platz. I looked around on the ground floor. The automatic

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Feeling self-satisfied with the way that I brought to a conclusion my short, unhappy employment with the brilliant, but tyrannical architectural renderer, Dennis deCarlo; I set out the following Tuesday nattily attired in freshly laundered and pressed linen trousers, an authentic ‘50s Hawaiian shirt and Italian sandals (all recent purchases from the GoodWill) to resume what seemed to be turning

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