I can see myself walking into the 58th Street Entrance of Bergdorf’s. Behind me was the famous pool and fountain in front of the Plaza Hotel. There I was walking into a pristine order of glass shelves dressed with expensive jewelry and the elevators before me. I got on the elevators and a man greeted me and off I went to my salon, I was to be the receptionist on the floor just below the Penthouse. I would greet and talk to so many glorious people. The Goodman’s lived in the penthouse and Mrs. Andrew Goodman would come down in the morning in her dressing gown to get her hair done and nails touched up. Movie material danced and spun. She didn’t talk to me much, a quick greeting and off she went. She looked busy and I wasn’t bothered because I too had so much excitement to experience.
