Real History and the Scamsters and Haters your Gutierrez dossier your Adolf Hitler index Alphabetical index (text) I find that the store is several rungs beneath the Savile Row milieu in which I buy my own suits. The staff sneer that Benny is not in. August 7, 2002 (Wednesday) Key West (Florida) NO phone service, must have been a storm during the night. Breakfast at Rusty Anchor.
Later: Phone seems to have been off the hook upstairs for hours: the cottage has become Babel of languages. I have turned over the upper floor, which is normally empty, first to Gabriela from Peru, who cooks and works for me; and then also, by chance, to Hilke from Germany and Rachèle from Brest in northwestern France. (The German learns only later, from disbelieving parents in Bremerhaven, whose notorious clutches she has fallen into.)
They were working briefly in a T-shirt store here in Duval-street, they told me, but the pay was not good and they quit because of what else was demanded of them; I have given them a civilized roof over their heads here for a few days, and access to a full refrigerator, before it is time for them to turn round and go