Monday, September 14, 2009
Last week Bob and I were having lunch downtown at Philippe’s (Home of the Famous French Dip and .09 cent cup of coffee). We were sharing a table with a friendly, older woman who was missing a finger and a man with only one eye and a hole in his face where a nose would usually be. Sitting on the table next to this gentleman was a gallon size Ziploc freezer bag, inside were three copies of a book called Moe.
When we got home, I googled the book and happened upon a 2008 newspaper article about the remarkable story of the couple we were sitting with and a chimp named Moe. I posted that. Wendi read it and then directed me to this article in Esquire. Amazing. It’s worth the read.
The story is fascinating.
I love Philippe’s.