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Labor Day, September 5, 1944. I remember the day I was born. I suddenly noticed there was a lot more room, which was nice. There was a radio on. Then a man in the room said, "Jesus Christ, that nurse talks too much!" That would have been my father. I didn't know who this Christ guy was, but as life went on, my father brought his name up a lot. My mother would occasionally call out, "Jesus Jenny!" I have no idea who that was either. August 6, 1945. Things had been going pretty swell. Then there was this sadness, and everybody seemed to get real quiet. Beginning that day, the world seemed different. Like I was put in exile or sumthin' for no reason. April 27, 1962. My father still wouldn't give me permission to smoke in the house. I told him in the kitchen that I wanted to spend my life as an artist. He smoked Camels and blew out one of those quick sarcastic smoke puffs, you know, the kind they blow out the side of their mouth and it makes their one eye squint and gives them this really scary half-grin besides. "What are you gonna paint," he said, "FLOWERS?"
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Sun, January 15, 2012 at 12:47 PM 
A crowd gathers on the street below. You'd think they would have thought of an elevator to the top floor of The Cuhsic Voh Hotel! Subsequently, not many people stayed there. Printed in U.S.A. by Progressive Publications, Inc. Date unknown.
Reader Comments (2)
Judging by the rung placement and their number plus the height of the lady above the crowd I would say the hotel is no higher than 30 feet, divided by the estimated number of floors at 20 would make each floor height about 18 inches high! Perhaps this also added to its demise.
Hmmm... maybe there's six windows to a floor. Who's counting floors? I'm right below her on the ladder, looking upward, always the optimist. I think she buys her bloomers at Bloomingdale's.