Lenore & The Great Garrison

After my Mom's funeral, a bunch of people went to Frishes Big Boy. Not my first choice, but I went to be social. Afterwards the gang decided that Greater's Ice Cream was next on the hit list. I had different ideas. There were two visits very near to the cemetery that were more what the doctor ordered. Lenore (an old friend who used to manage Strauss Tobacconist) had opened up a bookstore in Northside. A smoking friendly establishment, we smoked and caught up on each others lives. The picture I took of her was accidently deleted, bummer. . . I've always thought she was a doll.



Afterwards I headed to Western Hills where Harry Garrison greeted me with open arms, liquor cabinet and humidor. Shit, this is what I was looking for.



A rare player piano and a rare 3 sheet Kellar Poster.



Dinner & Dessert


We talked magic, cigars, family (Marshall, Harrry's son was at the funeral), and music. As we puffed and poured the night away, Harry spun some vinyl. He introduced my to the music of Lonnie Johnson. Played on of the finest turntable and speakers system that money can buy.

A night with Harry will make anyone forget their worries or troubles. Amen