Mamonas

 

Recently I met someone, a gentleman who just may be the most impressive individual I’ve ever come across. He is strikingly handsome, tall and well-proportioned, his posture erect, his bearing athletic. Though obviously a man of some years, I cannot guess his age as he still has a full head of hair and exudes vitality. I was especially stuck by his clear and penetrating eye; when he looked at me it was as though he knew me, almost as though he could read my thoughts. His suit was tailored, his shoes brilliantly polished and made of the finest leather. We met because he called and asked me to lunch. His voice was so persuasive that I found myself immediately agreeing, and when I suggested an inexpensive deli nearby, he insisted on treating me to lunch in the Regency Room at the Hotel Roanoke. When I arrived, he was already there in the lobby, where he greeted me warmly and with a firm handshake. He introduced himself as Mamonas. Read more