#boycottnick: The Home Office
Posted on 2009.11.29 at 23:52Current Location: US, California, Orange, Newport Beach, Anniversary Ln, 2504
I sit at my father's desk from once upon a time, my childhood.
Briefly my dad was the owner of The Norman O'Connor Realty Company of Newport Beach although technically it is in Costa Mesa. It was the mid-sixties, the corner of 17th and Irvine. Today a Blockbuster Video conducts business at the spot.
My dad's desk faces my dad's garden. He died in this room. February 3, 1995.
John F. Cooke delivered this information to me in the private dining room of Patina. It was his last day as president of The Disney Channel.
That day my own private Camelot died.
Even though I had a house account at Patina, I didn't step foot in that room again for an entire year. The date was February 8, 1996.
The ocassion?
It was Gerry Laybourne's first day at The Walt Disney Company.
This was her welcome dinner from the five senior vice presidents of The Disney Channel.
I chose Patina because I wanted it to be special.
It was.
After we ordered our meals Gerry issued forth a proclamation that with time has become one of the most preposterous utterances ever to leave woman's lips.
"We ate your lunch," said Disney's newest hire on the evening of February 8, 1996 at the site where one year earlier her predecessor on his last day as president of The Disney Channel informed me my father had just died.
Synchronicity.
Serendipity.
Synergy.
Lucky me!
Today my father's presidential desk accomodates my two Apples.
With DD watching over.
Which means I wouldn't bet against The M.A.N. if I were you.
Confidential to Kimmy Kirkwood: Can you spot the Sharpie Sherpa?
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