Santa Suit
After graduating from college, I took a sales job with Kraft Foods in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. And during my two years there I had the unique pleasure of working with Arthur Rymoff, one of the greatest characters I ever, in all my years, met.
I’ll sprinkle tales about Arthur throughout my Oh, No blogs as he, as a storied centerpiece was hard to beat. Six feet four inches tall, 250 pounds topped off by a red flattop haircut, and drank like it was the last day before prohibition. Arthur, as I called him, became my assignment at Kraft Conventions, with my boss Ray Hendricks saying, “Just try to stay with him and should there be any problems with the law I’ll bail you out!”
Well, I recall two rub ups with security one in Miami at the Fountain Blue and another in New York at the Walldorf.
More details on these (and I have some really good ones) AND OTHERS, later. But I will blog an Arthur morsel here because it will clearly showcase what you have to look forward too.
It was a December evening, about a week before Christmas and I was taking some Kraft samples back to our office cooler. When I walked into the room, I found Arthur slipping into a red hat that capped off a beautiful Santa Suit. I, appraising the costume. said, “Arthur, are you doing Toys for Tots or working an orphanage tonight?”
From under the white beard came the classic Arthur giggle. “Glad you like the getup. Actually, I’m off to hit the bars. You know, Santa never buys!” he said.
