👍🏽 It is a small world! Especially on Manhattan Island! Your Dad was a mensch. I liked him, although I knew Q and B better. Your Grandmother was very kind to me. You're descended from a remarkable family, and appear to be continuing the tradition. Peace.
Brava! This is the book. Bet if you auto-fictioned it in a sweeping multi-generational NYC-Hollywood saga, threw in a few Michael Chabon-type quirky-intriguing MacGuffins, you'd be in the money. You've got names and legacies to protect — might as well magick them with camouflaging enchantments.
I used to see him at Maxwell's Plum when it was one of three "singles bars" on the UES in 66 or 67. He moved through the crowded room like the Titanic.
Do you remember Warner welcomed Tess to heaven? He rode down in a shiny gold elevator and warmly picked her up on his lap. He was sparkling in red and gold. Tess was immediately comfortable and conversational. As she snuggled in, probably feeling his soft shirt on her cheeks, he said “you are just going to love this place, it is simply the best in all the world”. I did not hear the rest of the conversation but Tess had a great entrance to heaven. Thank you Warner.
I’ve read this a few times since you’ve been in my life and it never gets old.
One part of me feels your grief (the Empath in me), another part feels envy ... in a very good way for you because I, even though I love my Dad was/is horrible, and then another part of me feels such joy - joy that someone like your Dad with that grand personality passed those jeans down to such a vibrant and talented girl like yourself.
I’m honored to be connected to your Dad’s incredible energy through your words, Bridget. Through you he continues to live on and touch so many.
He makes me want to go downstairs to my husband’s humidor and find one of his very best cigars - the ones he keeps for special occasions like his birthday or when his team wins the Super Bowl, take it outside on the back patio and just light that sucker up.
I read this every year, and it always brings tears to my eyes it’s a beautiful tribute form a daughter to her father.
Thank you so much…. I think he spoke to me while I wrote it. ❤️🙏🏻
Didnt realize who your dad was. I met him a bunch... went to boarding school with Quentin. 👍🏼
Uncle Q! As Stephen Wright says, it’s a small world, but I wouldn’t want to paint it. 😊
👍🏽 It is a small world! Especially on Manhattan Island! Your Dad was a mensch. I liked him, although I knew Q and B better. Your Grandmother was very kind to me. You're descended from a remarkable family, and appear to be continuing the tradition. Peace.
Brava! This is the book. Bet if you auto-fictioned it in a sweeping multi-generational NYC-Hollywood saga, threw in a few Michael Chabon-type quirky-intriguing MacGuffins, you'd be in the money. You've got names and legacies to protect — might as well magick them with camouflaging enchantments.
I used to see him at Maxwell's Plum when it was one of three "singles bars" on the UES in 66 or 67. He moved through the crowded room like the Titanic.
I love that description.
Do you remember Warner welcomed Tess to heaven? He rode down in a shiny gold elevator and warmly picked her up on his lap. He was sparkling in red and gold. Tess was immediately comfortable and conversational. As she snuggled in, probably feeling his soft shirt on her cheeks, he said “you are just going to love this place, it is simply the best in all the world”. I did not hear the rest of the conversation but Tess had a great entrance to heaven. Thank you Warner.
And they tapdanced together 🥰❤️🥰
I’ve read this a few times since you’ve been in my life and it never gets old.
One part of me feels your grief (the Empath in me), another part feels envy ... in a very good way for you because I, even though I love my Dad was/is horrible, and then another part of me feels such joy - joy that someone like your Dad with that grand personality passed those jeans down to such a vibrant and talented girl like yourself.
I’m honored to be connected to your Dad’s incredible energy through your words, Bridget. Through you he continues to live on and touch so many.
He makes me want to go downstairs to my husband’s humidor and find one of his very best cigars - the ones he keeps for special occasions like his birthday or when his team wins the Super Bowl, take it outside on the back patio and just light that sucker up.
I’m so glad that you feel that connection, Lisa—and dad says smoke that cigar, Ken! 🥰