Monday, March 5, 2018
5/Secrets & Lies
Gerde's Folk City, 1962. By myself. Midnight. Teeming rain. Guy near the bar had an umbrella. I said, "My name is Susan Hialeah. My dad owns the racetrack in Florida. I drive a Rolls Royce Silver Cloud. Would you like to see it?" He would. We walked blocks to my 1951 grey Pontiac. He wasn't pleased.
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You are a most creative manipulator. And always in such fun ways!
ReplyDeleteYou are a master of the perfect comment, IB. I still think it's fun. But I wouldn't blame anyone who reads this and thinks that was cruel or what a risky move.
DeleteRisky is exactly what came to mind for me. I'm very glad your knight in shining umbrella wasn't a serial killer.
ReplyDeleteAgreeing with Indigo...who posted at 4:50 AM???
ReplyDeleteI would say more like 7:50 am. I think Blogger is on Pacific time.
DeleteI'm laughing. I'd never dare to do it myself though.
ReplyDeleteI cannot decide if you were very brave or very stupid.
ReplyDeleteNot brave. More like at the mercy of my overdeveloped sense of mischief. But yes, a little stupid. I think I had good reason to be more trusting then, but not completely.
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