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Saturday, August 24, 2013

Doctor Turvy's Quixotic Apothecary: His Name Was Charles


Doctor Turvy was an ethereal citizen of an ethereal world.  In the beginning, he existed only for Blix, but long before the end, he existed for everybody who worked with Blix or knew him well.  Although Doctor Turvy’s prescriptions indicated that he put his trust in a wine list rather than a pharmacopoeia, he had two qualities of special excellence in a physician; his diagnosis was always arrived at in a split second – and he held the complete confidence of his patient.”
Beryl Markham

Rx: Two cups of H.C. Valentine Craft Brewed for Over Easy in the morning & two shakes of a Katey Kontent, gin martini - extra olives, in the evening.


"Yes" the tall, dark and handsome next to me remarked.  "Yes . . . that's a pair of handcuffs around her neck" he teased, in response to the raise of my Jackies above my nose for a better look at the Over Easy branded coffee & mugs.  

I couldn't swear under oath that I was exactly looking at the television set.  But certainly I'm not one to waste a flirtation cue.   He, having lobbed a bit of Nancy Grace sarcasm just over the net, and me . . . LOVE!


We enjoyed quite a volley over the unfortunate accessory.  He, wondering if it could be shortened into a bracelet.  Yours truly, assuring him - in that case - that public intoxication or possession of a controlled substance might be the most direct means to an end.


The waitress assumed us to be a couple.  And I apologized, embarrassed that (prior to his ice-breaker) I must have come across as such a Frigid B---reakfast date.


"I thought I would walk over to Church Street Books," I volunteered - further along in our match.  "Well I don't know how to read" he apologized, with a coy smirk.  His wit spun past me accompanied by an almost-wink that made me want to know about the first book that ever made him cry.  Can you say . . . GAME?


My *missed connection* ended as most do: first names, no numbers.  But I enjoyed it for what it was, incredibly lovely.  As were the huevos rancheros & the sublime coffee. 


(H.C. Valentine coffee, quite the piping hot ticket, is also served at Sea Island, The Broadmoor, the Beverly Hilton, and Blackberry Farm)



Amuse-Bouche!
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Read:  The Rules of Civility by Amor Towles


"It was a rifle.  I didn't know it then, but it was a Winchester 1894 from a small run overseen by John Moses Browning himself.  It had a walnut stock, an ivory sight, and elaborate, floral scrolling on the polished-brass frame.  It was a rifle you would wear to your wedding."

"let me observe that in moments of high emotion - whether they're triggered by anger or envy, humiliation or resentment - if the next thing you're going to say makes you feel better, then it's probably the wrong thing to say.  This is one of the finer maxims that I've discovered in life.  And you can have it, since it's been of no use to me."
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Katey Kontent

"New York has such courage and enthusiasm that everything can be begun again, sent back to the building yard and made into something still greater . . ."

Le Corbusier

Discuss:  As irony would have it, I began reading The Rules of Civility after the aforementioned trip to Over Easy.  Katey Kontent's story, in that respect, became art's  imitation of my life.  And like the T.D.H. named Charles that  breakfast served me chance to encounter, Tinker Grey is quite the conversationalist.  Below are some of my favorite inquiries that he posed:


*  "Tell me something no one knows about you."

* "Where do you go when you want to be alone?"

  * "What's your favorite day of the year?"

So tell us about your favorite conversation catalysts?



"To Getting Out Of Ruts!"

Evey Ross