I went uptown yesterday to interview the daughter and granddaughter of Eileen Garrett, a medium I’m writing about. I came across this tableau at Abercrombie & Fitch on Fifth Avenue. This guy is store decoration. They are paying him to stand there with his shirt off.
I like Fifth Avenue in the 50’s and above. The stately feel of the buildings, even if what’s going on inside is not quite so elegant. I’ve worked at Tiffany’s twice (Tiffany’s is at 57th and 5th). Once when I first moved back to New York, and again a little after starting Echo, (an online service I created in 1989). I was out of money and I needed a job that didn’t carry a lot of responsiblity. I used to call the modems from the Elsa Peretti counter where I worked to make sure they were all still answering. If they didn’t, I’d say “excuse me, I have to use the ladies room,” then run downtown, fix the problem, and come back up. Needless to say, it didn’t work out between Tiffany’s and me, although they were very polite about it.
I think I told that story in Waiting for My Cats to Die. Great. I’ve become one of those people who tells stories over and over again.