The unseen side of Chez Vel-DuRay

I know that to many of you dear readers - particularly those of you who have had the honor of attending one of our world-class fetes - think that life at Chez Vel-DuRay is nothing but Champagne, Orchids, and Romance.

But, like everything, time takes its toll. Hence the rather invasive replumbing we've been working on the last few days. When the bathroom sink refused to yield up any cold water, we knew it was time to call in the lesbians, and let them have at it. And that they did: All of the galvanized pipes are now gone, and the new "Pex" pipes are delivering us more water than we know what to do with - and without those ugly rust stains!

But as part of the preperations, we had to cut some holes in the Greek's closet, and just look what we found!



Razors. Scads of them. Apparently Mr. Yorita, like so many men of his generation, used the old-fashioned razor, and disposed of them in the old-fashioned way: Putting them through a slit through the back of the medicine cabinet, presumably never to be heard from again.

Not that I blame him: As a manager at the late, great Frederick & Nelson department store, it behooved him to look his best. They had standards, you see, not like the current tenant (Frederick & Nordstrom) who apparently think the height of style is to emulate an airport gift shop. But I will say this: At least they require their male employees who wear suits to keep their jackets buttoned. That means a lot to an old snob like me.

See Syl - Sometimes I can be downright Christian about Nordstrom & Nelson ;-)