Thursday, April 7, 2011
"THE DONALD", I think so. (maybe)
Now I have never had the opportunity to sit down and have a warm fuzzy meeting with Donald Trump, but once upon a time, he did tell his people to bring me a hot dog, chips and a soda. I also spent ten days in a very nice two bedroom apartment on the 47th floor of the Trump Tower. The hot dog episode occurred several years ago at the US Tennis Open in New York. I was invited by some friends who had a box at The Open. Their box sat directly behind the box where Trump , his then second wife, children and a couple of friends were sitting. Now, Trump travels with a retinue or as Obama refers to his fellow travelers "posse". I am sure these were his drivers, man servants and body guards. These four or five individuals positioned themselves in the isle directly behind me, in order to be able to hear the wishes of Trump and his family and act upon them. This resulted in the inconvenience to me to act as the go between for the goodies from the Donald to his aids and then when they returned with hamburgers, hot dogs, sodas, popcorn, etc. I got to hand the treats down to the family. After about the third time, I suggested to the gofers that they pick me up a hot dog (mustard and kraut only) some chips and a soda. They stared at me for a moment then looked at The Donald who nodded positively and then graciously picked up the tag. Now I am sure that he has no recollection of the moment but I then went from one who did not care for the man to one who had no feelings one way or another or perhaps a bit more positive. Another note on the Trump family. I was staying in the same hotel in Buenos Aires, Argentina as the first Mrs. Trump (Ivana) when she was introducing her line of cosmetics and twice actually sat at a table next to hers for breakfast. No thoughts one way or another about her.
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