I wrote previously about my youthful experiences in the Playboy Club, with ‘friend’ Chip. (Playboy Club Memories)
(and my unrequited lust for Bunny DJ, who treated us both well!)
It occurred to me there are additional stories. This is one of them.
(Sadly, it’s NOT about DJ…)
I’ve written before about having been a semi-pro magician in my youth. Chip also dabbled in magic – it was one of the things that (unfortunately) bonded us. So, we looked askance at those who pretended to be the real thing.
Charlatans, we called them.
Often, in the Phoenix Playboy Club, they had a medium/mind-reader. His name was Dr. Richard Ireland. He was a Phoenician, and had a church here surrounding his psychic abilities.
We looked askance at him, as well.
One night, when Chip went to the club (I had to work, or something). Dr. Ireland was doing his act, part of which was having his eyes covered with gauze and bandages, followed by a cloth blindfold. Then, he passed around a large, glass bowl to receive ‘offerings’ and questions from the adoring crowd.
And he began to do ‘readings’.
Chip decided to play his game. He was certain the good doctor couldn’t see anything, trussed up as he was. Chip wrote him a check (which was undoubtedly rubber – knowing Chip), folded it into the smallest package possible, and dropped it into the bowl.
As the evening progressed, Dr. Ireland emptied the bowl and answered questions placed therein. When he got to Chip’s check, he did not unfold it. As he had with the previous questions, he placed it on top of his head – even if the bandages and blindfold were not in place, he could not have seen ANYTHING.
And he said, “Mr. (last name excised), Thank you for your most generous contribution. But I must return your check to you, so that you may sign it!”
Of course, all jaws in the room dropped!
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. – Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio
(DJ, if you are out there, please email me!)