Manhattan has a million premises for screwball comedy
At 8:20 PM last night, for example while on the elevator I “met cute” a fellow tenant who turns out to have been my neighbor for 22 years. We live floors apart. Her name is Jane Gordon and she’s a ringer for the young Jamie Lee Curtis, short short hair and all.
I was totally dazzled by her wide ring, a band with open circles, an open peace sign and even a little open heart.
“That’s the coolest ring.” I blurted.
By 8:23 I was in Jane’s apartment, a stunning closet-like atelier filled with oil paintings by my new acquaintance, her mother, and one of her father’s mistresses.
I was flabbergasted to learn that Jane designed her cool ring and sells her collection of fine jewelry on six-month cruises aboard luxury ships sailing from places like Dubai and Bombay. Each piece is inscribed with Jane’s good wishes to the wearer.
Jane and I live our lives very differently. I am a writer-mole and rarely leave Manhattan. It’s miraculous that our paths intersected—but that’s New York city life. I can stand still and experience the whole world.
See Jane’s designs at: JaneGordon.com