By the late 1980's Buddy had grown tired of Fire Island. Since he dictated our entire social calendar it was then up to him where we would "summer". Buddy decided we were going West.
West Hampton.
He procured a house with four bedrooms, air conditioning, pool, tennis court and HOT TUB!. I might remind everyone how rustic the conditions in Fire Island were. The accoutrements were minimal to say the least. (We had no air conditioning and only one fan which was always comfortably positioned to maintain an even temperature on Glassman's delicately tanned skin.)
We were thrilled. The house was amazing. Only one problem. It was a little more expensive than we had anticipated. For Buddy this was not a problem but a challenge. He would absolutely make it work.
For about one week Buddy began "selling". He was likely the best salesman I had ever seen.
In 7 days we had more women wanting to buy shares in our house than we could accommodate.
Nice problems to have. Beautiful house, all your close friends and more women than we knew what to do with.
All because of the initiative of one man. Buddy Newell. He made sure we were all always taken care of.
No comments:
Post a Comment