TOWER OF POWER
The bride can ditch her own wedding. She gets the flu, or a headache, or a swollen ankle, and lies down for a few hours. Misses the whole party. Or what if the mom dies during the “Chicken Dance”? That happened. Not at my gig, but at my video guy’s gig. Did he get it on tape? I don’t know. My video guy died.
The video guy had a video rack which I called the Tower of Power. He barely budged from the rack the whole night. That bugged me. For instance, when Yiddishe Cup strolled table-to-table taking requests, the video guy would tell me which tables to go to. Like “Can you do the head table next?”
I thought to myself, “Why should I do the head table next? I’m in charge of this band.” I told him no. The head table was nowhere near us, but it was near the Tower of Power. I said, “Why do you want me to go over there now?”
“Because I want to sit down,” he said.
Screw that.
“I’ll remember this when you want a favor,” he said.
Then he died. I didn’t know he was gravely ill.
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He reminds me of one of my Trustee, who asked me yesterday for a comment on Harcourt Manor’s and the CH High School’s winning Celebration of Preservation Awards last month. I asked her for specific questions, and instead she sends me phrases for ideas as to what to write…. No, she’s still living….
Too bad the video guy didn’t sit himself down at the buffet table or better yet at the bar.
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