speaking of good stories -- a little one from the heartland for those who may need a
laugh ---

Couple of years ago my firm was contracted to do the tax credit application for a
project in our downtown -- the "before" photos needed to be shot -- I made an
appointment with existing tenant - the "Tokyo Spa" -- the nice boss woman let me in
but explained that there were customers and I couldnt' go in certain rooms with
curtains drawn.  I entered in the back after passing the huge gleaming new pickups in
the parking lot and passed two young women, wearing shortly robes - who were laying on
a mattress on the kitchen floor and were watching Jerry Springer --- I shot the photos
quickly -- and kept thinking about  the "customers" and what was going through their
mind when they heard the sound of photos and saw flashes --- after I was done I tried
to buy the giant neon rose sign they had in the window from the owner - but she
declined - they were moving to a new location in a strip mall and would need it there.

jennie

Peter epperly wrote:

> Good story......
>     Regards, El BJ
> ----------
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> >To: [log in to unmask]
> >Subject: Re: Remains of the day
> >Date: Sat, Sep 29, 2001, 7:09 PM
> >
>
> >Dust in the wind
> >       Nice song;
> >but our dust( South of 14)
> > is a horrible mix of Asbestos and Human remains
> >tough to sing about
> >
> >Patriotic duty
> >but if it helps the glum at heart I do remember one amusing moment on the
> >night of the 12; or so I think
> >
> >We had been moving heavy eqiptment all day downtown
> >under escourt and took time out at a bar in Midtown around 9th ave.
> >It was mid night .we were six deep at the bar at one side
> > some sat  in stone silence as the penny was dropping about friends and collegues
> >others were doing what they do best
> >being friends to the bereaved..
> >There was a juke box playing 60's and 70's and and equal group in size of
> >college aged kids doing their best at having a muted good time.
> >I excused my self and headed to the mens room; upon my return I was
> >approached by a beautiful young black woman in Mini skirt and long
> >boots."are you by yourself here this evening? she asked...
> >I said "I was""...but before I could continue
> >She asked me if I wanted "some company for the evening"...
> >I replyed that I was sorry I was involved with what happened downtown..
> >and with that realization  she instantly started hugging me saying "Thank
> >You .."thank you ..Im so sorry for your friends..
> >.and with that last hug she whispered... "tell you what""...get the room
> >and I will do you for free..
> >.I smiled for the first time in 24 hours ...thanked her out of her genuine
> >patriotic generosity; kissed her cheek and politely begged off returning to
> >our impromtu wake.Michael