Chapter 17
Diary, 1972
Had to continue this on the next page, Frannie, not enough room. Stay with me now.
Phil was reading this article on defunct hotels and one of them among the list was Kellerman’s. I found this interesting and at first I didn’t believe him, but he showed it to me.
I called an old number I had when I worked there, but it had been disconnected. Then I called the telephone number that was written in the article. It turned out to be, of all things, Neil Kellerman’s office (or what he was calling his office, little one). Now Neil, if I haven’t explained him to you, was the boss’ grandson and the boss and owner was Max Kellerman.
Neil was going to school to learn to manage the hotel in 1963 and Max held his hopes high. In other words, Max wanted Neil to manage the hotel for him in case something should happen to him.
But I am getting off the track, angel. Enough talk of the past.
We made an appointment for two-thirty with his secretary to see him later that afternoon, but we put it under the name of Philip Bowman, not Johnny Castle.
I just couldn’t wait to see his face when we walked in that door.
The meeting, by the way, was not held in his office. Neil didn’t have one or a secretary for that matter.
It was held in his soon to be vacant apartment on the Upper East Side of New York.
Running out of room again, Frannie. Will continue on the next page.