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HIKER MIKE
ADVENTURES FARTHER AFIELD

excerpt from the new book: "ADVENTURES FARTHER AFIELD"

FOREPLAY


New York City Hiking 1969

In winter, I spend a lot of hiking time reclining in the Big Chair in front of the bedroom fire and dreaming. It’s a battery recharge kinda thang. I never question it anymore. When I was younger, I felt guilty sitting around. I knew I was missing out on something exciting somewhere out there. But lately the ‘down time’ is used for hiking my imagination and one of the trails that keeps beckoning to me, is Old Memory Lane.

It seems like just the other day I was hiking my way up Lexington Ave. from 57th St. in New York City. It was a sunny orange evening in Springtime, and life was sweet and full of adventure.

I was on my way to the Barbizon Hotel on East 63rd Street where I was to pick up Esther Koslow, my beautiful, doe-eyed acting partner, from the Neighbourhood Playhouse School of the Theater. We were off to see Arthur Miller’s great Broadway drama ‘The Price’ starring Canada’s own Kate Reid. The year was 1969.

And just as I was passing Bloomingdales Department Store, I came to a stop for a red light at 63rd, when this exceedingly well-dressed pimp in a beautiful full-length fur coat, broad cashmere fedora and patent leather shoes sidled over to me and said, “Do you recognize an Omega watch when you see one?” And I said, “Dude, of course.” And so out of his overcoat’s breast pocket, he produced a long and elegant watch case, and upon opening it, a gold and leather Omega watch smiled stunningly up at me.

“How much?” says I. “Twenty bucks.” says he and the money for the watch exchange was executed in that New York minute. Soon after, while waiting for Esther in the lobby of the Barbizon, I removed this classically elegant time piece from it’s velvet case and adjusting the watch’s hands to indicate the correct time, I noticed, to my regretful dismay, that the writing on the watch face no longer said Omega, but Cimegua. The hands had been strategically placed to read Omega at first glance.
Later on that night, a jeweler told me the watch was selling for $4.95 on the street. “Oh no.” I said. “Some lucky dudes are fetching up to twenty bucks.”

When things seem just too good to be true, they probably are!


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