A serialized story by, George Kaplan I was looking like we had never kissed before? If the kiss itself had been shocking, unexpected, impossible, this was something else again. When she’d kissed me, the feelings of heart-racing surprise and astonished euphoria had blanked everything else from my consciousness, there had…
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A serialized story by, George Kaplan When I saw her home it was like being hit by a whirlwind of sensations. The house was quite big but did not possess the crazily ostentatious “bigness” of some houses in California; it looked more like a home than a castle, and the…
A serialized story by, George Kaplan Weeks passed. Hana Koblish was chosen as the new Executive Assistant (a pretty absurd title I know, and I was one) while, amusingly, Bernie Birnbaum found himself saddled with Mendenhall and the two proceeded to drive each other crazy. I, on the other hand,…
A serialized story by, George Kaplan . Our working relationship was excellent, we were both extremely verbal, often acerbic people with an underlying sensitivity; even if in Grace Mark’s case you might have to drill under the arctic tundra to find it – a failing she freely admitted with a…
A serialized story by, George Kaplan . Work with the triumvirate was challenging and fun. The world of meetings, meetings, meetings and deals, deals, deals was often tiring but there was often a special energy about it, and an endless fascination to the workings of the industry and the disparate…
A serialized story by, George Kaplan . What’s my name? You don’t need to know that, just call me, let’s see… David. It’s not exactly “Call me Ishmael” but it’ll do. . A few years ago I changed jobs, after spending close to a decade as an actor, mostly on-stage…
Babies, I know I haven’t been responding to comments. I have been puffy and crabby and preparing things for the book. Now, that’s no excuse, and I apologize. I’ll be back to my chatty self in a few days. And, in the meantime, a little indulgence? And, no. I’m not…
. THE SWIFTS OF BRENSTON: I AM ELLIS SWIFT Now, where was I? Oh, yes, I had just told you about the epiphany I had experienced, and how that was about to lead me from Britain to Brenston, hadn’t I? It all happened with astonishing quicksilver rapidity, one moment I…