Remember a few months ago when I visited Meatville? Well, I became friends with a fella there by the name of HamSlice. I spent some time talking with HamSlice and he expressed an interest in travel reporting. So, I got him an internship at The Gold Coast Traveler. Most of the summer, HamSlice was in charge of filing and buying toupees for our boss Harry Molar. This week, we finally had an assignment for Hammy - the new off-Broadway shows in New York. And much to my chagrin, I had to go with him.
Here’s a quick bio on HamSlice - he’s a bit of a hayseed. Aside from his three months in Chicago, he’s never been anywhere but Meatville. He’s never been on an airplane, he’s never been to a Pilates class. I’ve never met anyone quite like him. So, when we got to New York, naturally he was overstimulated.
The first night there, we went to see the revival of What’s My Line at the Parkside Lounge on Houston St. My folks used to watch What’s My Line a lot - basically, you try to guess a mystery guest’s profession. Wackiness almost always ensues. We get called up on stage after while and some lady starts loving all over us.
Although I was exhausted by the end of the show, HamSlice was still going strong, now drunk with victory over his big city winnings, decides to stay. Long story short…I never saw him again. Until now that is… I got an envelope this morning with this photo.
I guess HamSlice met this young lady that night, fell in love and is now living in her East Side studio. Who can blame him?