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In the midst of all the drama of having two of my family’s properties on the market at the same time (selling ANYTHING real estate in LA during Covid comes with an unhealthy dose of drama) I just had two fond flashbacks of my dad’s idiosyncrasies.
One of my dad’s favorite pasttimes as a child was going to the theater, back in the 1930s and 1940s. And he loved spy movies. His shop was in a very old building on Broadway, built before 1900. It looked like one of those buildings from Ghostbusters. And all the offices had those old metal Venetian blinds from the 40s.
On the occasions where I went to work with him, and it was just he and I closing up things at the end of the day, sometimes he would step over to the window and rapidly flash the blinds open and shut, like Morse code. I asked him what he was doing, and he said it was something he saw in a movie!
And then, when we got to the door, he would take a small strip of cardboard from a matchbook cover, fold it in half, and carefully put it into the hinged side of the door jamb as he was closing the door. He said it was his way of telling if the management let themselves into the office during the night!
He said he only found it on the ground once.
Maybe I should start a thread in chat about idiosyncrasies.
One of my dad’s favorite pasttimes as a child was going to the theater, back in the 1930s and 1940s. And he loved spy movies. His shop was in a very old building on Broadway, built before 1900. It looked like one of those buildings from Ghostbusters. And all the offices had those old metal Venetian blinds from the 40s.
On the occasions where I went to work with him, and it was just he and I closing up things at the end of the day, sometimes he would step over to the window and rapidly flash the blinds open and shut, like Morse code. I asked him what he was doing, and he said it was something he saw in a movie!
And then, when we got to the door, he would take a small strip of cardboard from a matchbook cover, fold it in half, and carefully put it into the hinged side of the door jamb as he was closing the door. He said it was his way of telling if the management let themselves into the office during the night!
He said he only found it on the ground once.
Maybe I should start a thread in chat about idiosyncrasies.
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