Sunday, April 22, 2007
Hudson Society for the Preservation of FOSTERS
I should never go out with Agnes.
This morning, she called me up at 7AM. On a Sunday morning!
"C'mon she said, do you want to come with me to the Diamond Street diner for breakfast?"
I said, "Agnes, it's 7am!!"
She said, "Well, I figured, you're either up or you're not. C'mon, you wanna come for breakfast?"
I was up, so I said, "Sure - give me ten minutes to put some clothes on."
And we were off.
We first stopped by to see the daffodils on Robinson Street.
She stopped at the old Foster Refrigerator Factory at the far north end of Front Street. Agnes used to jerk off the manager.
"He had a big mushroom head dick...refrigerators and mushrooms, I put the two together now."
It seems that the Hudson Society for the Preservation of Fosters is looking to preserve the facade of the old Foster Refrigerator factory - as it stands now. Fair enough, I thought.
We went inside.
This had once been the home of the Hudson Rock and Roll club.
And Wilbur sucked cock here. Well, with a name like Wilbur, you might as well be a PIG bottom.
The latest papers and calendar dated to 1996, but some were from much earlier.
It looks as if one day someone said, "Hey, from now on, we're building these refrigerators in China for a fraction of the price. You're all laid off."
There were calculators and ledger books, a typewriter, all beaten by the weather.
No computers, or even a trace of a computer. No power strips.
Foster's office could have been ANY office in America.
Someone spent hours keeping those accounting books up to date, or making sales calls, to keep the company running. Now, everything was in a wet pile. All that work, meaningless.
I thought, that at some point, someone might have missed their daughter's softball game to keep those books in order. Or someone came home too tired from a sales meeting play a game of checkers with their son. Or, they were so stressed out from a day at the office that they didn't have sex with their loved one.
It’s really hard to imagine that anyone ever sacrificed any part of their life for this office.
"Let's go," said Agnes, "I got things to do today! No one ever lays on their death bed saying, 'I wish I spent more time at the office.' It's a beautiful spring day! I have to enjoy the weather....and I have a $20 blow job I'm giving at 10, right after he gets out of church."
You're right, Agnes. Thank God for old whores who have a lot of energy at 7am. It's how she says alive, I guess.
Long live Agnes!