During the summer of 2005, I found myself freelancing at a mid-sized advertising agency in downtown Manhattan with my creative director friend. On the first day, someone gave us a tour of the agency and introduced us to everyone along the way.
I remember someone in the hallway saying “Don’t forget Patricia!”
And so, we eventually made our way to a corner office in the back. It wasn’t a ‘corner office’ in the executive sense. It was a corner office like no other.
We peered in and found a time capsule, circa 1968. There were original
Haight Ashbury era concert posters on the walls. Jefferson Airplane, Janis, The Doors…An Indian bedspread transformed a standard-issue desk into a period piece. Framed photos of Jim Morrison sat on the desk. An oriental rug covered the entire floor. And a woman with flowing red hair sat quite comfortably amidst it all.
We were introduced to Patricia.
Stan said, “Wow, you really have quite a space here. And you really like Jim Morrison.”
Patricia replied with an authoritative tone.
“Well, I should. He was my husband.”
Stan mumbled “I’m sorry for your loss”. I was speechless, unsure if this person was for real or highly delusional.
I soon learned she was, indeed, for real. At least she was Jim’s wife from a Celtic ‘handfasting’ ceremony that took place in June of 1970.
And so for the next year and a half, I worked in the presence of one very formidable proofreader named Patricia. An intelligent and fascinating woman.
With a little research, we discovered Mrs Morrison's Hotel
A little more research revealed that not only is Carla a Doors fan, she is a talented embroider as well!
Thanks for writing to us Carla!
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