A few nights ago I dreamt that I was having an affair with Clay Felker. Few specifics remained, thankfully, after I awakened, because that was not a possibility I would have entertained way back then, when he was in his early fifties but seemed to me much older. He was a shambling, fleshy man who was not exactly fat, just paunchy, with a pasty complexion and a greasy combover (in his younger days, though, photos show a tall and rather raffishly attractive gent with kind dark eyes). In the dream I was putting his blue-striped shirts onto wire hangers in what must have been a cheap hotel room because what kind of hotel has wire hangers other than some dump even cheesier than Motel 6? All I saw of him was a patch of grizzled hair above the neck of his undershirt. That was enough.
I had a meeting with Clay Felker once. I can’t remember why. Maybe I was applying for a job, maybe it was an interview. I just remember sitting across from him in his New York magazine office while behind his desk he ran his fingers through his grey-ish stringy hair, (though there wasn’t much of it, it was fairly long and thin). He would keep running his fingers through this hair until it was all standing up on end. Quite a sight . I thought he was quite odd.
Good story!
Good story! Waiting for more!
You have enough amazing history for 10 lifetimes. We need to get you a publisher before you add another 10 lifetimes. "Bimbo chic!"
I had a meeting with Clay Felker once. I can’t remember why. Maybe I was applying for a job, maybe it was an interview. I just remember sitting across from him in his New York magazine office while behind his desk he ran his fingers through his grey-ish stringy hair, (though there wasn’t much of it, it was fairly long and thin). He would keep running his fingers through this hair until it was all standing up on end. Quite a sight . I thought he was quite odd.
Riveting ! Your life in the "fast lane ". Can't wait to read what comes next.
What a life you have had!! Keep up telling us about it...