Then maybe Adam can apply to Halliburton for a grant to repair the infrastructure. Or increase his bandwidth.

Fanny, there are spam comments inundating some of the older posts. Help!

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You live long enough and you get to run into several celebrities.

Adam. (The rest of you had your chance, suckers!)
Billy Joel, (I built his solarium on his Central Park South penthouse, and met with Christy several times.)
Carl Kastle, Peter Segal, Charlie, Roxanne, Tom, and the gang at WWDTM. (Some 2X).

I shook Bill Clinton and Mo Udall’s hands, along with Governor Rendell, Carl Levin, and numerous other political types. The future US congressman Tony Barr is a close friend.

True story.

Memorial Day several years ago, a woman calls up and asks if we have bikes for rent. Sure. She comes with her husband, mother, and father. The parents aren’t out of the ordinary but she is very short, very cute and has enormous breasts. Her husband is as homely as she is good looking. His nose is pushed to one side, he is missing several teeth, and he sounds like a Hill Billy caricature. They rent 4 bikes; I give them a map of a good route, and tell them if they get lost to call. Several hours later, I figure that I’ll give them another half hour and I go looking for them. At that point a neighbor with a pickup pulls in with them and the bikes, and the neighbor has this really silly grin on his face. They pile out, I take care of the bikes, the parents head off to the car, the woman takes a shower, and the husband asks me, “Have you ever had a celebrity here?” “No.” “Well now you have.” “OH?” “The woman taking a shower is Miss Penthouse Pet for April (It’s May).” “That’s interesting.” “I asked the driver of the pickup if he had ever had a celebrity in his truck and he said no, so I told him that he had Miss Penthouse Pet for April in the back.” That explained the stupid grin. He went on to tell how they had worked hard for this and finally everything had started to fall in place. At that point she came out of the bathroom and he turned to her saying, “I asked if he (me) had ever had a celebrity in his shop and he said no, so I said he did now, that you were Miss Penthouse Pet for April, I also asked the pickup driver.” All of a sudden a dark cloud appeared over her head and in a very strong and sharp voice she said, “Not everyone wants to know that.” I said it was OK, didn’t mean anything one way or the other for me, but I knew what she was thinking. Now I wasn’t seeing her as a customer but as a naked sex symbol. (Well, actually she was probably right, even if I was trying not to convey it.) A normal conversation was no longer possible, and hubby wasn’t catching on. They left, and I was left wondering what she saw in him. She could have her pick of men and what kind of guy would find a boost of social ranking by parading his wife’s Penthouse status in front of strangers. I felt sorry for her. They had some real issues to work through.

I was sort of curious, and went on line to Penthouse.com but they wanted $10 to check through the archives and I never did it.

Another celebrity.