(A postcard sent to me from one of two German Women I met in Ireland 1976, I received it after I returned to U.C.S.C. I foolishly never followed up.)
1982. Haphazard but not indiscriminate.
Drop off copy and invoice at Frankfurt.
Pryor Dodge, a Malvolio manqué. He had played the Flute in Paris, acted with the Comedia del’arte, studied mural painting and was so enamoured by Tango he bought a place in Buenos Aires. A collector and expert on vintage bicycles.
5:00 meeting/cocktails with Mini Hickman.
Dinner Party at Robin’s, no, no other name or identifying feature.
Call M.Gill, D. Cicero, K. Johnson.
Kate Augenblick’s opening.
A M.Marks at Madelyn’s
Tuesday the 12th: Jeff Brosk at 12. At 2:30 Edwardo. At 5:15, my father at Hemsley Palace.
Michael Marks, Jane Hartford, Susan Halpern, I would not recognize one of them
If he or she was sitting opposite me on the 1 train.
Call Dan Chamber.
Who is Mr. Lioacono? An address on Lexington Avenue.
A reminder to call Dan Chambers. Who is Dan Chambers?
My father’s cousin Eddy and his wife Carol.
My father’s cousin Stuart and his wife Phyllis.
Debra, no last name or distinguishing mark.
9:00 with Dan Chambers. Bruce’s b’day. Lunch with Tom Murphy.
John Bloomingthal of Benton Bowles, later that same day, John Washington.
Dinner Debra et al.
Breakfast with Jason. Dinner with Bruce. To the Lear party with Karl Johnson.
A Sunday appointment with Robin and Co.
Jay Chiat said, “Call me when you’re serious about advertising”.
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