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...Park, sneaking in about midnight after the park ranger left and departing by dawn before he returned. They hid blankets and pillows in the bushes and slept on a picnic table under a streetlight, where the mosquitoes weren't so bad. They took showers with a five-gallon water jug and washed up in the bathrooms, one standing guard for the other. Bobby shaved using the car's broken rearview mirror, and they washed clothes in the sink. "There's no reason you can't be clean if you can find a bathroom," notes Tamey. But they could improvise...
Mull is a financial wizard. "I buy this for one year," she says, cradling a half-gallon jug of Palmolive liquid soap. She ducks back into the kitchen and brings out a half-gallon jug of molasses. "This is for six months. You make pancakes with it. I buy everything big." Her monthly budget is tightly knotted around fixed costs: $400 goes for rent, not including gas and electric bills; Lorena's school, Immaculate Conception, is $80 a month; $15 goes to Mervyn's department store for clothes bought earlier; food takes $40 a week; Mull's bus pass...
...harping on the investment value of art, by hiring personable young sales cadres to explain the significance of the Meissen jug or the not-quite-Rubens, by creating user-friendly expertise, the auctioneers defused this wariness. By the early '80s dealers were getting cut out of the game by collectors buying directly at auction. And by 1988, when the auction room had been promoted into a Reagan-decade cathouse of febrile extravagance, where people in black tie and jewels applauded winning bids as though they were arias sung by heroic tenors, private dealers (at least those dealing in the work...
...another. The second week of first year I met this guy in the laundry room. He was perfectly nice, (he was even from the Midwest--not Eastern at all) and we talked about the QRR test for awhile. Eventually my darks were dry and I collected my basket, jug of Tide and bid him goodbye...
...dataentry people. I went up three flights of stairsand through two chain-link security doors to betold, "Damn, I asked them to take that sign outlast week." The data entry folk looked nice; theyhad a great view over the Common and a very mellowboss with a mustache and jug ears, who explainedto me that they're the people who rent musicalinstruments to high school bands. I left wonderingwhether, or how often, they sang Music Mansongs to each other. Out on the street, searchingfor another sign, I found myself singing a TomWaits song. "...Cause opportunity don't knock--shehas no tongue...