Dear Williamsburg,
I had drinks with your father at the Renaissance Casa De Palmas Marriott in McCann, TX. We disagreed about politics briefly, then he started talking about you and your sister. She’s fine. He knew you were living in Brooklyn, I suggested Williamsburg. That seemed to ring a bell. Are you still working at that restaurant? He didn’t think so. Are things going ok, because he’s wondering. He’s setting up a new consumer home tools factory in Mexico, just over the border, and it’s going fine.
Dear Bushwick,
At the Pfister Hotel Bar, in Milwaukee, your dad was asking all about the neighborhood. Was it safe? Did I know the gallery where you had the doll head sculpture exhibit? Are you still working at the restaurant?
Dear Greenpoint,
Jake’s American Bar, Loewe’s Royal Pacific Hotel and Convention Center, Orlando. Dad was drunk with some fellow Turkey Producers Conference-goers. What the hell was in Brooklyn that you couldn’t find in Greensboro? Are you gay?
–Andy Brooks
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lizzwestman
My father does not drink at the Pfister. If you did, in fact, run into him in Milwaukee it would be at either Sendicks or the Schwabenoff… Also, you would be drinking Sprecher.
You cannot get Sprecher in Los Angeles and yet my father refuses to mail me a case of beer… Nor will he subscribe to my “send me stuffed pizza” requests.
xoxoxo,
Lizz