tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188724087075739853.post1956845158901047017..comments2024-03-02T07:47:01.546-05:00Comments on The Lair of the Silver Fox.: Introduction to the "Dover Street" Stories, Chapter SevenThe Silver Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730805376957629641noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188724087075739853.post-40109736540730348102009-01-29T07:14:00.000-05:002009-01-29T07:14:00.000-05:00I know what you mean by tapped out. I just paid bo...I know what you mean by tapped out. I just paid both the electric and phone bills,this week. Last wee kwas the car payment. Oh yeah,the rent's almost due. Then I'll REALLY be tapped out.<BR/><BR/> I'll have to look through all my snaps of The Fair. As I couldn't get inside( obviously to dangerous ),I may have a "gutted" view of the stairwell. I'm not guaranteeing it, though.<BR/><BR/>And yes, we had another storm. Thankfully, the rain washed away most of the snow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188724087075739853.post-11331352454491687072009-01-29T06:08:00.000-05:002009-01-29T06:08:00.000-05:001. "Always have some munchies handy when partaking...1. "Always have some munchies handy when partaking in your writings."<BR/><BR/>I did the "responsible" thing and took care of some bills this week. So I'm completely tapped out! I couldn't even afford a single purchase at the Dollar Tree right now... unless I want to check out my "laundry quarter" stash...<BR/><BR/>2. "And I'm so looking forward to the next chapter. This is good."<BR/><BR/>Thanks. The last chapter -- all about Bella -- should be done soon.<BR/><BR/>3. "I did a stint at Bradlees from 1991-92-1/2. Then the Fair, til it closed for good. I too, remember that stairwell. I still have all the pics I took, when they tore it down."<BR/><BR/>Are those photos of the Fair from <I>when</I> they tore it down, or <I>before</I>? If the latter, do you have shots <I>of</I> that stairwell?<BR/><BR/>4. "Your cast of characters seems almost endless and they just keep getting more interesting."<BR/><BR/>Well, in this case, as with "My Island," I can only take so much credit for real people and events. I just plod through it all, hoping my presentation keeps people coming back.<BR/><BR/>5. "As far as your cravings, Price Chopper is open 24hrs."<BR/><BR/>Yeah, but it helps if you have money. They're funny like that. ;-) <BR/><BR/>6. "Or want to venture out into, yet, another icy storm."<BR/><BR/>Crap. Is it doing that again?The Silver Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00730805376957629641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188724087075739853.post-87912366197617425522009-01-29T05:48:00.000-05:002009-01-29T05:48:00.000-05:00Always have some munchies handy when partaking in ...Always have some munchies handy when partaking in your writings. And I'm so looking forward to the next chapter. This is good.<BR/><BR/> I did a stint at Bradlees from 1991-92-1/2. Then the Fair, til it closed for good. I too, remember that stairwell. I still have all the pics I took, when they tore it down. Mom even worked there( upstairs )from 1980-81( not long but long enough ).<BR/><BR/> Your cast of characters seems almost endless and they just keep getting more interesting.<BR/><BR/> As far as your cravings, Price Chopper is open 24hrs. Then again, it can be hard to wrench one's self away in the middle of a thought explosion( which I encountered earlier ). Or want to venture out into, yet, another icy storm.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188724087075739853.post-47023961965109538532009-01-29T04:05:00.000-05:002009-01-29T04:05:00.000-05:00Damn, Sam! Another comment real soon after I post ...<I>Damn</I>, Sam! Another comment real soon after I post something. It's a shame I know your approximate work schedule, otherwise I'd be thinking, "Wow, this guy likes my stuff so much he stays up to all hours of the night just in case I post something!"<BR/><BR/>I worked for Shaw's from 1988-2000. My stint in Shrewsbury was approximately 1993-1995.<BR/><BR/>I have fond memories of that Bradlee's as it was in the late 1960s. Am I the only person who gets nostalgic about certain stores? I have a real love for The Fair (right by that diner you like so much), circa 1960-1972, too. Their huge staircase to the second floor was a virtual playground for kids like myself.<BR/><BR/>I hope Catherine and Julia are alive and well today... and "clean," too. (Although I don't think Catherine had more than an occasional flirtation with drugs.)<BR/><BR/>As far as pimps, the closest I ever came to meeting one was a guy named Willie. He was a big-time drug dealer, and he had a few hookers selling his drugs for him, but I don't think he ever took any percentage of what they made from play-for-pay.<BR/><BR/>In "Angelina," I introduced a pimp named Larry, who'll re-appear from time to time over the years. But he's a total fabrication.<BR/><BR/>"I think you thrived on the unknown here, but were still smart enough to know when to quit." I like to think so, certainly.<BR/><BR/>Good point about Van Gogh. Actually, I could just have well replaced the word "writers" in my musings with "creative types" in general, ya know?<BR/><BR/>Damn. Now I'm craving English muffins with peanut butter, but it's 4 a.m. and there's nothing in the house but the coffee that's fueled my writings tonight. (I'm about 90% done with the next chapter!)The Silver Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00730805376957629641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188724087075739853.post-89545081987637889052009-01-29T02:28:00.000-05:002009-01-29T02:28:00.000-05:00Yikes! I think I remember your Hyundai. I worked n...Yikes! I think I remember your Hyundai. I worked next door at the Bradlees(remember that store?),prob'ly at the same time you were employed at Shaw's. But didn't come in til round 0830.<BR/><BR/> Julia is a piece( no, not like that! ), of work. Wonder if she ever got cleaned up? or if Catherine ever did make it to FLA, like you said( or so she told you ).<BR/><BR/> It sounds like your "addiction" was wearing off more for the better. Then again there was that unknown danger lurking round the girls, in the first place. Especially this Jeff person. Or the "unseen" pimps( if any at all ). I think you thrived on the unknown here, but were still smart enough to know when to quit( or I could be waaaaay off, here ).<BR/><BR/> And as far as writers being self-destructive; remember what VanGogh did. And he was an artist. Then again, it would seem most artists( be they actors or painters )were/are into body mutilation. Go figure that. You are your own worst critic ,you know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com