I'm staying at the Rex in San Francisco. They have some good ideas:
- Instead of bad reproductions of bad art in the rooms, they have work by contemporary San Francisco artists. I'm not wild about the paintings in my room -- the small gouache derived from Prendergast is pretty good, the breakfast-table still-life isn't, and the Degas-like bather in the bathroom is really quite good but -- seriously folks -- a pastel in the bathroom defies good sense, and if you want to do a pastel of a lady taking a bath, why a 19th-century naked lady?
- I lost my SF tourist guide, but they have a nice fresh one, a Travellers Tales, on the table be the bed.
- The house chardonnay is really quite good, and they have a wonderful Dorothy Parker quotation on the wall of the bar.
Two at the very most.
Three, I'm under the table;
Four, I'm under the host.
I think Dottie was gone to LA before my mother got to town, but where do I get "Dottie" from, anyway? Too late now to ask for more stories, I guess. Mom used to know everyone, back in the day.
Today's lesson plan: ask now.