Today I took a ride to my old haunts in Port Washington and Hicksville, visiting some of the people I love in the business world. First: I stopped at the Hicksville office to say and tease them that I was retired and they sere still working. Once I removed the computer from you know where, I decided to visit Port Washington and Publishers Clearing House, “the place where dreams come true.” Since it was a good long while since I had seen everyone, the reunions with all the great people I know there started out rather ominous to say the least. I announced myself to the receptionist and asked for Carole Sapienza, who the receptionist rang up. A strange look fell over the lady’s face as she told me point blank that I was to be escorted out of the building!
Needless to say it was a prank by the crank of Carole, and I was the SAPienza! Carole came to collect me in the lobby, and everyone had a good laugh at my expense. It seems there was payback in this prank somehow. She will pay.
There were five of us, as we sauntered off to a quaint Italian Restaurant that I kid you not had wash hanging from the ceiling! It was part of the décor of a courtyard in Italy, but it could have been the backyard I grew up in, in Brooklyn.
Besides the lovely Carole was her partner in dastardly deeds perpetrated upon my innocent person in the form of Jan Spalding, a hired gun of Carole’s who doesn’t shoot strait. Rounding out the collection of Post Office pinups were Kathy Taylor and the “Horn”, the one and only Susan Einhorn formally a Hirshhorn, but lost her standing when she changed her name through marriage. It should be noted that Susan was always changing her copy, driving all the art directors: insane as they had to revise their work. One night while leaving the building I pass Susan’s office late and she was still working! I inquired as to why and stated that I thought for sure, she would be out, changing her mind!
Jan was her exceptional beautiful self, as she and the lovely Mrs. Sapienza ran me through my paces, visiting all the guys and gals I had known for years. And for the effervescent Mrs. Taylor, why she made sure that I saw everyone I wanted to see. What a great bunch of gals!
Today were such a pleasant visits from Hicksville to Port Washington, that it defies in some ways that old adage: “You can’t go home again.” Well you can with the people I had lunch and visited with.
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