Archive for February 2011

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No lipstick, no bling. Delray Beach, February 28, 2011

Oscar night. Not that this means anything to me, but Angie  and Stella get a kick out of it. Victor and his new lady came over. Her name is Diana and she's a nice girl. Unbelievably, he seems to be getting serious. Anyway, it was a spectacular evening, and we sat on the terrace. Victor grilled steak and shrimp, and the girls got giggly on champagne cocktails. They were really getting into this red-carpet show, critiquing the gowns. Angie kept saying the stars needed "up-do's". I don't know about the hair--it's generally not the first thing I notice on a woman, but I had to agree they looked pretty plain. Hell, Angie was wearing more jewelry watching the show than most of the stars on the red-carpet. Victor said it best. "Geez, Lou, we must be getting old. I remember when Hollywood was glamorous, and the stars showed up in mink coats and diamond necklaces. No lipstick, either." For the record, Victor is younger than me, still in his forties. But he has a point. Christian Dior and Tiffany are definitely out in Hollywood. Million dollar salaries, but no lipstick and no bling! Go figure.

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Money Blues, February 24, 2011

There might still be money left in this world, but the bettors sure don't have it. I've got my guy making collections on the street, and everybody's crying the blues. It's not like the old days when you could bust heads--nowadays, you have to be understanding and make allowances. I've got some good people, but I've heard every hardship and down on your luck story from here to Timbuktu. The fact is, you make a bet and it goes sideways, you pay.

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Some punk manhandled my girl, Miami, February 22, 2011

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Back on the Stella di Mare

Home from New York and time to play! I'm on the deck of the Stella di Mare with my two favorite ladies. We're heading south--to Miami. Victor is with me,  and he's got a taste for stone crabs so we'll be dining at Joe's. The girls will love it. They can wear their pretty little dresses and show off their bodies. Right now the girl's aren't wearing much. As soon as we left the Boca Raton Yacht Club, their tops came off. They've been sunbathing and sipping champagne cocktails ever since, one of them telling Victor her life story. She's getting looped, and he looks at me and gives a little shake of his head. He takes the drink out of her hand and says, "Doll, you talk too much." She falls silent, and for a few minutes all we can hear is the hum of the big engines. The air is warm and balmy, the sun sinking in the west, behind the buildings--the Miami skyline is shining gold in the dwindling light, and I wonder if this is why they call it the Gold Coast.

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Angie’s Valentine Surprise, February 11, 2011

I have a remarkably efficient secretary. This morning I'm at my desk when Emily comes into my office. She gives me a little smile and says, "Mr. Morelli, do I need to remind you that Monday is Valentine's Day?" Read more