Posts Tagged ‘the MET’

Missed Connections

January 19, 2015

The red fedora at Waterloo Station

You were dashing through Waterloo station when your hat fell off. I picked it up before it got trampled. Was it just me? Or did your hand linger on mine for an extra moment? I didn’t get your name, but I got a good vibe. Did you, too? We were also wearing the same trench coat – only yours was red.

With flaming locks of auburn hair

We crossed paths at Acme Travels yesterday. You flew in, auburn locks ablaze under a red fedora. You were in a hurry and asked if you could jump ahead of me. I’ve been listening to “Jolene” on repeat ever since. If you get that, I know this is forward, but don’t think it’s too much to say: Let’s take our next trip together.

Stole my heART

I held the door open as you ran out of The MET today. We shared a glance I thought meant more than “thank you”. I tried to catch up, but a group of security guards rushed past and all I could do was watch you jump into a waiting car and speed out of my life. You were wearing a red hat and trench coat.

More than business at the Sydney ports

I helped you unload some crates from a boat in the Sydney harbor late last night. You wore a red fedora pulled low and the collar of your trench up. Even though you were all business, I caught a small glimpse of what’s underneath. I’d like to get to know more about it. If you feel the same way, you know where to find me.

Mile High Credit Default Swap Advice

We sat together on a flight from Moscow to Switzerland. You helped with my crossword and then we talked about investment banking and international trading regulations. Never met someone with a mind like yours before – or a red trench coat, kudos. Anyway, let’s do it again, but on the ground this time. Tell me the name of my firm so I know you’re the real deal.

Let’s have another old fashioned

You were in a red hat sitting alone at the end of the bar. We both ordered an Old Fashioned and raised a glass to each other across the bar. As I started to make my way over, you got a call and abruptly took off. I wish I got to speak with you then. If you remember the place, I’ll be back this Friday. The first round’s on me?

Lady in Red at Deutsche Bank

You needed access to an old safe deposit box in my bank this morning. I found a way to help you. Was there more than business going on? I thought so. Maybe we can explore it outside of the bank vault?

The Gotti Tapes

March 2, 2009

After a lengthy legal battle, Barton & Baumgartner has finally published the highly anticipated first volume of John Gotti’s conversations as recorded by the FBI (Things Gotti Said, Vol. I, 2 discs, plus transcripts, $29.99). The decision to release the tapes drew the ire of the FBI because, as senior analyst Wentworth Hampton III contends, the contents directly contradict testimony given by former Gotti underboss Salvatore “Sammy The Bull” Gravano – the informant who helped bring Gotti down. The FBI feared Gotti’s lawyers would use evidence from the tapes to appeal the charges against him. When reminded that Gotti died in 2002, they reluctantly dropped their suit. So, without further ado, the first Gotti tape:

GOTTI: Did you take care of that thing?
BOSCO: The thing at the club? Or the thing on 12th?
GOTTI: No, the thing at Rocco’s.
BOSCO: Oh, that thing. Fugetaboutit. It’s done. Just the way you asked.

Recorded a few days after his first meeting with Rocco “Hand Cut” Lampone – the finest tailor in New York – it serves as an introduction to Gotti’s love of fashion and provides an insight as to why his contemporaries referred to him as “The Dapper Don”. According to Mentz, the noted Mafia fashion expert, “just the way you asked”, meant double-breasted, short sleeves (he liked to show no less than 1” of cuff) and imported silk. This style was typical of the time, and when Gotti learned of this, he used his influence at the ports to re-direct any shipments of silk to warehouses owned by his family. Of course, Sciattia already wrote about Gotti’s temper and how, when someone else wore silk, he would take to screaming “cappuccino” until they changed (Gotti: The Silk Princess, Simpson Publishing). To combat other similarities in style, Gotti began demanding that Lampone replace any buttons on his suits with Velcro. Lampone’s staunch refusal to work with Velcro saw Gotti turn to the velour leisure suit, thereby ushering in a whole new style of Mafia attire.

On the second tape
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