Gail Brockway hired me (I only knew her slightly), sans interview to manage her Tux: Deli, Bar, Bakery, a New York Deco, everything fresh and made on site bar/restaurant adjacent then to Fast Buck Freddie's, and now occupied by the flagship Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville.
And THAT was how I got to Key West, and later worked for Tennessee Williams -- when Tux was going belly-up. Gail's earlier restaurant, Las Palmas del Mundo, set new NATIONAL STANDARDS for vegetarian food -- which back then was depressing whole grains and puritanism -- she was written up in many top food magazines. And her current restaurant is no doubt severely damaged, she listing herself as the former owner and President -- when a week ago, she was showing off their food.
But things always look too dark at first, and I see that tomorrow (Sunday), residents are allowed to return to the Lower Keys, but will have very difficult living conditions, although electricity is restored to 30% of the Keys -- but no potable water flowing -- and even the jail is out of commission, curfews strictly enforced.
Oh course my Kenan Family had a HUGE LOSS when the 1935 The Labor Day Hurricane, strongest then ever to hit the USA, took out much of the Kenans' Florida East Coast Railroad's Key West Extension -- my relatives owning EVERYTHING Flagler owned at his death in 1913, he having bequeathed TONS to his children and others years before his death.
After her receipt of the inheritance, the New York Times declared Mary Lily (Kenan) Flagler the "Wealthiest Woman on Earth", but they only knew the HALF of it, the Kenans, "Keepers of the Torch of the Confederacy", always MASTERS at hiding their wealth (even better than Donald Trump).
>>> SOME THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED:
1. I got my new Spectrum cable bill and it for the FIFTH MONTH IN A ROW shows they HELD the payment long enough to add the LATE FEE before depositing it. I'll write Attorney General of North Carolina Josh Stein Sunday about that -- on the one-week anniversary of writing him my first letter: http://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2017/09/my-letter-already-received-by-attorney.html.
2. I got a letter from my new Taxpayer-Financed Defender, Dawn Oxendine, confirming the whole situation, and it clarifies WHY I was assigned to her, "it appearing to the Public Defender that the Defendant should be appointed an attorney from the private bar . . . " -- NOT because the Defender's Office is overwhelmed with cases.
So Jennifer Harjo CONTINUES to snub me -- as I pointed out several times in my blog -- she upset that I pointed out the ILLEGALITIES of the deal she made with D.A. Ben David to ERASE all the false convictions and pending charges against me in 2012.
3.
I'd better revert to his literary name, "Damian".
Then Damian jumped up, grabbed a couple of bucks from his girlfriend's purse to buy a fishing rod at his neighbor's yard sale, and she was annoyed enough to gently -- but forcefully -- chastise him in front of me. He stayed outside so long, I made my excuses and left too, but saw him out there and he said to come back later when he works on his car.
Five hours later, I did. He was a bit high and said he'd just bought a new bumper for his truck (that has a perfectly fine one), and it had taken THREE HOURS to remove it at the junkyard -- and he was going to replace the brakes, too. But he said he was too tired to do it and dusk was coming on. "I'd like to invite you in -- but I have no idea where my girlfriend is and if she finds out she'll get jealous."
I said, "Of WHAT???"
He said, "Oh you never know what could happen," as he turned and went in.
Yes, I was flummoxed -- even in Flemish -- but NOT smoking . . . or high on pot.
And none of THIS happened.
"James Sharpe got a bee in his bonnet (baseball cap that sat atop his eyeglasses elastic that I assume he wears to keep them from flying should he take a serious body-blow to his likely prescription-drug-caused paunchiness -- he showed four vials of prescription medication the other day), and flew out the front door of Mercy House to yellingly accuse me of blogging that he sells drugs.
I was temporarily flummoxed, but soon regained composure, telling him I remembered no such thing. I HAD blogged that he defended the drug-selling Cindy Beatty and the PERSON (Chris Rogers) JUDGE NOECKER GAG-ORDERED ME NOT TO MENTION IN MY BLOG who had taken advantage of me by living in my apartment last spring for a month and never paying a penny of the rent they promised to pay -- while selling Cindy's prescription pain killers for $3 per pill, standing with Cindy when she got aggressive and her cohorts threatened me five times in 24 hours just after I confronted District Attorney Ben David in Mixto restaurant and just before Cindy filed Cyberstalking charges against me for reporting the truth on this blog, AND this direct and accurate-to-the-word quote of James from a few days ago: Item #1 here: http://scottkenan.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-time-for-grousing.html"
That quoted passage being from here: http://scottkenan.blogspot.de/2011/10/actually-im-bit-under-weather-today.html
>>> AND FINALLY, A WORD ABOUT MY FAVORITE ENDORSER OF MY TENNESSEE WILLIAMS MEMOIR, David Wolkowsky, "Mr. Key West", the largest property owner in town, whom I first met while working for Gail Brockway -- he the landlord for TUX:
David Wolkowsky today.
David and his Ballast Key private island were featured in two James Bond movies. He is credited with having started the renovations of Society Hill and Rittenhouse Square in Philadelphia before moving to Key West. At his Pier House's funky Chart Room Bar, both Bob Marley and Jimmy Buffet BEGAN their performing careers!!!
And David is the LARGEST collector of Tennessee Williams's paintings.
Sunday, December 20, 2015
The PROFESSIONAL REVIEWS here: http://laterdaysoftennesseewilliams.blogspot.com/2013/10/professional-reviews-of-my-memoir-of.html
And the BOOK:
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