Panorama shot of the San Francisco Skyline

The Executive

The alarm rang and the radio spat news.

Bonwit Teller opened his eyes to a foggy San Francisco morning.

He threw off the comforter, angrily pulled down the shades, and
crawled back into bed.

The phone rang

“Hi Bonwit, it’s Jerry. This is your wake-up call per your request.”
“Hi Jerry”
“Are you up?”
“That was a helluva rant you gave last night”
“Which one? I was drunk.”
“About old man Lazaro.”

Bonwit sat up.

Jerry continued: “You made old man Lazaro look like a jackass.”

Bonwit answered: “I guess I owe him an apology. I say wicked things
when I’m drunk. Thanks for the wake-up Jerry.”

Market Street looked like the Exodus scene from the Ten Commandments.

“Let my people go,” Bonwit heard a beggar say.

He dropped some cash into the beggars’ cup and hurried into
the underground.

He saw the same beggar sitting cross-legged in front of the
ticket machine.

He held a sign that read: “Dying from AIDS. Please help me.”

Bonwit dropped some cash into his cup and hurried onto
the platform.

The N-Judah to Ocean Beach arrived; Bonwit was desperate
to take it.

He wanted to run from the Financial District and its beggars who follow him everywhere, who sit in front of the Pyramid and glare at him: as if he is the one who stripped them of everything and left them to starve.

“They glare at me.,” Bonwit muttered to himself. “Not my secretary; not
old man Lazaro.”

Lazaro’s face formed in his mind; boyish yet old; kind yet cruel.

Bonwit spat on that face and remembered his rage at last night’s dinner.

Lazaro compared Bonwit to a General in a noble army.

“That’s what you are.” Lazaro said. “And the sales force is your troops. They depend on you for supplies and protection. Think of our company as a complex system of privileges and obligations. Your people need you Bonwit.”

“I’m just a fucking travel agent and you’re just an old queen!” Bonwit drunkenly snarled.

Bonwit rose from the Montgomery Street Station and walked to the Pyramid.

The skyscrapers sprouted arms and hands; they pointed at him
and jeered.

Bonwit entered the elevator and felt his stomach drop.

Bonwit thought; I am truly a pain in the ass.

As if I don’t know why I’m here.

I am Master.  It’s that simple.

The doors opened onto the thirteenth floor and Bonwit smiled benevolently at the housekeeper. “Good morning Violet.”

“’’Morning Mister Teller.”

“Have I met my obligations to you this week?”

“I got a paycheck if that’s what you mean?”

“I’m so pleased.” Bonwit replied.

He entered his office and rang his secretary: “Mary, will you call the Whiskey Shop and have a bottle of Macallan 1939 delivered to Mr. Lazaro?

“Yes Mr. Teller. Mr. Lazaro is in his office and wants to meet with you.”

Bonwit entered Lazaro’s office and took a seat.

Lazaro glared at him. “Bonwit, darling! You’re late.”

“I walked this morning.”

“That’s terrible for the waistline! I’m removing you from the Texaco Account. Shirley complained this morning.”

“About what.”

“She said Hal’s tickets were late.”

“I had those tickets printed and sent before Shirley ordered them.”

Lazaro shrugged and smiled. “Maybe she has it in for you.”

Bonwit returned to his office and crossed to the picture window
behind his desk.

He studied the expanse of the Bay Bridge and the inviting waters



...and at the inviting waters below...
…and at the inviting waters below…







23 thoughts on “The Executive

  1. That was great. A comment from above – that is a great thing about blogging – being able to write and develop a style – or styles – and that there is a place for everyone who wants to put their mind on paper, er…on a hardrive?

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    1. This was written my hand in 1992 although the title is new. It didn’t have a title.

      I still find writing that I didn’t know I had and handwriting in different styles. Some of the handwriting has a bit of overlap…but it mostly looks like different people, I’ve considered scanning and posting it.

      Thank you for reading the story and commenting..and I agree..the blog is writer’s heaven…:)

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      1. Handwriting tells a lot. Most people usually have one or maybe too if they are writing fast. When Jamie writes to me he has many completely different handwritings. I can tell immediately what his mood is. It can be heavily slanted to the right or big and loopy, sometimes flourishes, sometimes hard to read. Words he knows how to spell but misspells. I could probably separate a dozen. it might be interesting to do a post about that.


      2. That’s a dissociative symptom…it can also be a symptom of different degrees of traumatic stress in the environment…such as fear with can cause tremulousness. Of all of the silly myths that attend DID one of the more damaging is that the alternates of “completely” different, which is not so. There is overlap because there is only one person. “Experts” say we’re malingering because the evaluate us by criteria based on ignorance…even if Jamie
        had DID he might have different styles of writing with similarities.


      3. I don’t think he has DID. But I do know stress plays a huge part. And emotions. Anger, upset, depression, loneliness, determination. I can tell before I read by his handwriting. When he’s calm it’s very even and spaced and has better spelling. I’ve wondered though why emotions would make you spell words very wrong that you know how to spell because either you know it or you don’t. Some words he just sounds out, like the word “anuff”.

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      4. That’s the conclusion came to as well. I don’t underestimate the psychological trauma that comes from being in our nations for profit prison system which is trap designed to groom people for recidivism.

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      5. There is so much more in the news now about different politicians jumping on the bandwagon about needing to change things and a few token things are in the mill. But I take it with a grain of salt. How much change can they actually do? How many people will be let go who have life sentences they shouldn’t have that cost the taxpayers billions of dollars when they have contracts with the prison corporations to keep the prisons full? These are 20 year contracts. Some states require 100% capacity – others 90%. If they aren’t full the govt has to pay them money per head because of the financial loss. I see some changes maybe in the use of solitary confinement but will it be enough to make difference when anything over 15 days makes actual chemical changes to the brain? This past year at a UN summit meeting American insisted they don’t used solitary confinement in the manner they do. Someone rolled an actual cell into the meeting. I think they will make token changes so they can say, “See…see how good we are doing because we love our citizens!” Time will tell. The entire system is rotten from the ground up.

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      6. Meaningful change takes dedicated sacrifice on the part of people who are more safe if they stay silent.

        In my time Gays went from universal contempt to the a general recognition that regardless of what people think we are citizens who live in a secular state.

        That’s because the founding members were so passionate in their commitment that they sacrificed job security and risked incarceration.

        By the time the AIDS epidemic happened enouhj social changfe had occurred to create a Gay middle class.

        Had it not been for this population that had money the movement would have died.

        Democracy is hard work.

        As long as people prefer to get their opinions from “experts” who completely hate them and are using them as weapons of their own destruction we won’t have change.

        Poor whites and poor blacks have more in common than poor blacks and rich blacks.

        As we’ve seen, some of the wealthy members of every ethnic and sexual minority is perfectly happy to toss their own aside to secure a place at the master’s table.

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      1. I already enjoy your writing and it’s interesting to read different styles. Blogging is great that way, isn’t it? You can try any number of different approaches and see what you like best. Your illustrations always add wonderful dimensions.

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