The Pitch

Some unamed web sites asked if I can pitch and a story
comes to mind, what can I do if stories come to seniors'
minds quick, mine sure do, it's like shifting a standard
transmission my mind goes from 1st to 2nd gear in
what in teen years they called a power shift, driving
was new to all guys.
In the apparel industry you pitch all day long or you die.
I was there for 25 years, I loved it, laughted all day.One
day walking in Greenwich Village, looking for trends in
fashion, the Village had the best gathering of sylish dressers
the world knows, I passed a antique store window and saw
a very old marionette with long strings and hand control
attached, I stared for 15 minutes, did not know why but I
had to have it. It was a representation of the women I
was desgning for around the country, it's why I was laughing,\
never to tell god forbid. Iwas working the strings, PITCHING
in silence, not very nice to say, we all have to make a living,
I worked hard as a apprentice learning the strings, it was the
only place I knew where a women's behavior can be controled.
This is a HUGE secret designers everywhere know and laugh
with their hands on their mouth.
The marionette in wood was on my desk for years, every buyer
asked "why is that there" Just a friend to make me smile if the
day gets difficult, I would say and the buyer laughed.
You see the best "pitch" men are on Seventh Avenue, surely.