Nature continues on its rampage here; last week raccoons filleted a 74-year-old woman and yesterday a swarm of bees killed a dog. Fortunately, I may just have stopped the White Fly from killing our famed twenty foot ficus trees.
I must correct the reports of a Great White off the coast; it was just Mr. Stuyvesant-Fish swimming along Mrs. Wilmerding's boat Sunday. And while some of us enjoyed a calm weekend of tea and reflection, Mamie and The Baroness were frightening tourists. When the Wilmerding boat was entering Government cut, it passed an out-going cruise ship with thousands of passengers lined on the decks. In a move that can only be explained as the result of Demon Rum, Mamie pulled down her bloomers and mooned the cruise ship, slapping he sumptuous, white ass with a fan. Over two thousand passengers had to be treated for reoccurring nightmares on that ship.
The town was further shocked by the resignation of Geraldine from her long-running weekend shows at The Palace. She just couldn't take being dicked around by the current management, although she lasted longer than most.
In a long letter to me, she expressed her regrets and worries and kindly reminded me that when she worked for me she felt safe and loved. And, that she was; I constantly pushed her to take bigger and bolder steps as it was apparent that she was one of the most talented people I'd ever met. I coaxed her to quit her day job as a houseman because I thought it tarnished her image (and she ended up making much more money performing).
The real loser are the appreciative customers who worshipped her. I can picture Geraldine doing just about anything she wants: costume design, more performance art, and even a local TV show. she and that wonderful group, Queen Cabaret, she belongs to can easily outflank all the other artist/performers in this town. I can't wait to see the first move.