December 8, 2005
Alex Hitz remembers his friend Nan Kemper.
Sometime during the early fall of 1998, when I was new in town and still living in the Carlyle Hotel, my telephone rang. An unfamiliar but booming voice came through the receiver:
- “Hello Darling. It’s Nan Kempner.”
- “Well, uh, hello, Nan,” I replied meekly through my shock.
“How are you?” Certainly, I knew who she was, although we had never met.
- “Very well, darling. Listen, I’ve got some people coming in for lunch on Friday, about 1 or 1:15. Will you join us?" I was thrilled and surprised be the invitation, and accepted readily.
-“Great!” she said, “I’m at 895 Par...
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