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What the... he'd leave his wife at home with the kids while he hung out all day at the pool with "magnificent-looking young women, full of theatrical drive" and eat all his meals at the hotel?
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I am curious how much they are in your country? In Poland one egg costs about $0.30
About $0.60 currently in the USA, which is quadruple what they were at this time last year. Supposedly this is mostly because many egg suppliers had to cull their flocks due to the current H5N1 bird flu. But there is also concern that egg prices have been rising in general in the long term due to industry consolidation and monopolization. https://www.nytimes.com/2025/02/25/business/egg-prices-bird-...
... IF you can find them in a store. Our local Trader Joe's (a grocery store) in SF has been out of eggs for a while.
Article summary: “ Irving V. Link spent 42 years at the Beverly Hills Hotel pool, where his meticulous daily routine of breakfast, sunbathing, and gin rummy became legendary. He was admired by hotel staff and Hollywood figures alike, symbolizing the timeless charm of a bygone era in Los Angeles. His life was deeply intertwined with the hotel’s evolution, reflecting the glamour of old Hollywood and the shifting dynami…
>Ultimately, his story is a poignant meditation on the inevitability of change and the enduring power of tradition.
>Ultimately, his story is a trite and shallow distraction which fails to leave a lasting impression upon the reader.
A fun experiment would be to ask your favorite AI
"Find me a recent article that is not worth reading and has no worthwhile journalistic, philosophical, emotional, or any other kind of takeaways."
If you enjoyed this consider William Least Heat Moon's "Blue Highways". He is a quiet unassuming guy, or at least I assume he is unassuming, because he presents a human edifice that strangers open up to. As opposed to this monster of minutia that is one life, Moon traveled the back roads and collectively met hundreds of people and made conversation, gathered famous and obscure lore of the places he visited. He encoun…
In my experience it is multiple traits that people open up to. Zero judgement, approachability, interest, friendliness and non-gossipy/tight-lipped about sensitive information.
Most people present as judgemental. It's hard not to appear judgemental, and it's even harder not to be judgemental. I love non-judgemental people, and have managed to collect a few (mostly female) as friends. One or two get told the most intensely personal stuff
My goodness, 42 years of sun bathing at the same latitude as Tunisia. Should he have got skin cancer or did he benefit from all the naturally produced Vitamin D?
I think he benefitted from the Vitamin D, since he died at 101.
https://www.skincancer.org/skin-cancer-prevention/
Clearly more research is needed.
Article summary: “ Irving V. Link spent 42 years at the Beverly Hills Hotel pool, where his meticulous daily routine of breakfast, sunbathing, and gin rummy became legendary. He was admired by hotel staff and Hollywood figures alike, symbolizing the timeless charm of a bygone era in Los Angeles. His life was deeply intertwined with the hotel’s evolution, reflecting the glamour of old Hollywood and the shifting dynami…
My point being that for a story like this the journey is more important than the destination.
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He helped the hotels he hung out at earn lots of money by getting rich people to come often and spend money. If he got paid in dollars instead of free cabana time when it's empty it'd be called sales. Everyone seems to enjoy his presence, and talking to the staff and giving them yearly presents definitely seems worth letting a guy stay a couple hours after they've finished their purchased meal.
If living alone in a small one bedroom flat with no car after retirement constitutes "excesses and inequalities of capitalism", then I can only assume you are anti-elderly and would rather they produced value for you until death.
> Then Irving would either walk back home to his wife and two children What the... he'd leave his wife at home with the kids while he hung out all day at the pool with "magnificent-looking young women, full of theatrical drive" and eat all his meals at the hotel?
So they were effectively separated most of those years. Just informally so.
I find it wonderfully clichee that the guy who's job was linking vendors and customers was called Mr. Link.
It's called nominative determinism: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nominative_determinism
I can't wait (seriously, not sarcasm) to tell my wife about this.