Tag Archives: the very rich

She Got The Chair

My pal, Mr. Imma, otherwise known as Sorryless, inspired this with his comments concerning the self-absorbed habits of the very rich. I was in my late 20s, my clarity impressive, when I lived in my garret of an apartment with … Continue reading

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Smug as a Bug in a Rug

I marvel at the very rich, especially the women who have done absolutely nothing to become that way, except lassoing a smart husband like a calf at a rodeo, taking them along for the ride. They preen and prance up … Continue reading

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Yare, One Neat Word

I was watching The Philadelphia Story (1940) with Katharine Hepburn as Tracy Lord who,  describing a boat she and her ex owned (C.K. Dexter Haven played by Cary Grant) called the True Love says, “My, she was yar.”  I always … Continue reading

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Rush Hour

It’s 9 a.m. on the number 6 heading to a go-see for some new drug.  Go-see is model’s slang for being sent for a possible job.  It’s no wonder the world thinks we’re imbeciles. I’m lucky getting a seat next … Continue reading

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A Literary Muse

Being rich is not about how much money you have or how many homes you own; it’s the freedom to buy any book you want without looking at the price and wondering if you can afford it. John Waters. I … Continue reading

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False Evidence Appearing Real

This is an acronym for the word fear in 12 Step. It’s one I try to remember, however, more often that not, find it slips my mind. This morning while occupying my little corner in Starbucks, I notice a frail … Continue reading

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The Devil Wears Seersucker

Sometimes I just don’t recognize myself, like today when I tripped my next door neighbor. I pretended it was the girl upstairs who went by with her dogs…but it was me and one scuffed Manolo, I’ll tell ya. Why did … Continue reading

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