One of Many Random Encounters with Truman Capote
From A Hole In the Ocean: A Hamptons’ Apprenticeship
I'd stopped at Bobby Van's hoping to sell the owner an advertisement in the summer newspaper I worked for. Truman Capote was there at a corner table. He recognized me from previous chance meetings and lifted his arm laconically to wave me over. "You must try one of these cocktails," he said. "You see how lovely and pink mine is, like the Sargasso Sea? Sit down!"
I sat. "What's in it?"
"Grapefruit juice with just a little splash of vodka. I enjoy one of these--only one--each day." He waved to the waiter. "Bring this young man one of these."
"No thanks. I can't," I said. "I'm working today."
"Pity. Always working. Well," he said to the waiter. "You can bring me his. Can't let this young man’s drink waste away untasted."
I'd stopped at Bobby Van's hoping to sell the owner an advertisement in the summer newspaper I worked for. Truman Capote was there at a corner table. He recognized me from previous chance meetings and lifted his arm laconically to wave me over. "You must try one of these cocktails," he said. "You see how lovely and pink mine is, like the Sargasso Sea? Sit down!"
I sat. "What's in it?"
"Grapefruit juice with just a little splash of vodka. I enjoy one of these--only one--each day." He waved to the waiter. "Bring this young man one of these."
"No thanks. I can't," I said. "I'm working today."
"Pity. Always working. Well," he said to the waiter. "You can bring me his. Can't let this young man’s drink waste away untasted."
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