Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Makes A Comeback
by Tux Toledo
The thrill of
having been outwitted so cleverly by Irene Atom was temporary and I
soon fell into a despondency that not even my Rolls Royce could
cure. Do you have any idea of how despondent that is? No,
you probably don't. Well, let me tell you it’s very
despondent. To top it off I had no place to stay and was forced
to check back into the Kensington Park Hotel.
The doorman said
"good morning" with a New York accent as he opened the brass-rimmed
doors. It was a clear, winter San Francisco morning and a sharp,
ocean-tinged breeze slapped my face. What a way to start the day.
I
pulled my dark green, almost brown, Canali overcoat tight and walked
into the wind. There’s nothing like a good overcoat to keep the
chill from ones bones. My overcoat had been meticulously crafted
from the finest Merino wool by the hands of the finest Italian
tailors. Speaking of Merino wool, did you know that each Merino
sheep produces up to ten kilograms of wool? Perhaps you
didn’t. If not, then you probably also do not know that Merino
sheep were originally from the Mediterranean basin and were taken to
Australia and New Zealand in the 18th Century. If you did, then
consider yourself one of an impressively knowledgeable minority.
As
I walked on I was soon faced with the difficult choice of a either good
cigar from Dunhill or the San Francisco Chronicle from a corner
newsstand. I chose the Chronicle. Dunhill will always
exist; the continued existence of small corner newsstands in the modern
world is remote. Perhaps you have noticed my tendency to support
the underdog.
I passed the Ritz Deli and noticed Sarah Everton
having an intimate cup of coffee with a man I think I may have met
before. She saw me through the tall windows and motioned for me
to join her.
© 2008 David Biagini