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David Letterman and Mom

September 5, 2011

Mom and I stood across the street from Trump Tower 2 years after it was built wondering who was at the center of the crowd of people out front that included an NBC film crew.

Seeing the interior of Trump Tower was on our visitors list anyway.

Later I learned that by breaking the tower up into retail, public, and living space, and claiming the airspace above its neighbor Tiffany’s! Trump had circumvented building regulations that would have prohibited him from going so high on such a crumb of land. Was he the first one to think of a mixed-use high rise? If he was, this was his stroke of genius..and trickery. Couple that with his schoolgirl vanity and you have a Cyclops missing an eye for introspection. A common brown sparrow, majestically fluffing its feathers oblivious to the fact that it’s not a brilliant blue bird. A hat of hair in all its dandy glory.

Mom wasn’t technically a visitor since she and her husband came to NYC regularly for business. He sold fur coats in New Orleans, a city where summer can break out in January. I think this explained why he was so grumpy all the time.

We crossed Fifth Ave. and there Dave Letterman stood at the center of the crowd taping a bit for his show that night. “Oh God, it’s David Letterman”! “Who’s that”? mom asked. He’s this! He’s that! I filled her in. She marched directly up to him and said “I don’t know who you are but my daughter thinks you’re wonderful”.

Next, mom and I went to have tea at a hotel trying to be British, two guards standing at attention out front like it was Buckingham Palace complete with gold embroidered scarlet doublets and chin crunching fuzzy bearskin hats. And there was Dave and his crew again. Mom waved, assured he remembered her from their get together at Trump Tower. I turned and waited for it to be over.Time for invisibility cloak.

That night I fetched her right on time at 7:30. She was still in her bathrobe putting on makeup. Apparently she had encountered Dave a third time that day after we parted! “Here” she said, “I have something for you” and handed me a scrap of paper that read:

Dear Carol,
Sorry I missed you.
Good luck with mom.
David Letterman

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3 Comments
  1. Daniel P. Robinowitz permalink

    Cute, creative and funny story, by a cute and funny young lady, about her cute and funny Mom! If you know the cast of characters as well as I do, then you realize there is only a smidigan of fiction in story!

  2. gene permalink

    fantastic slice of life, especially lillian’s statement to DL, which i can hear her saying in an offhand manner, with her distinctive, unforgettable voice. the picture of DL captures his innate chuckle. carol, love that the 51st state is one of child mortification. your writing shows that the everyday is never ordinary…………..kisses,gene

    • didn’t your parents embarass you practically to death when you were teen and pre-teen. I was constantly mortified by the things mom did and said! Thanks for reading !

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