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(real life) - When I was 17, my first job ever was washing dishes in a small Italian Restaurant, called the "Marlo Inn", in Marlborough, NY., that's why it's in my town :) Italo Fattore is his name, and he was the cook (who graduated from the Culinary Institute of Italy), and I was the dishwasher. He taught me how to cook, so I could help him when I wasn't washing dishes, because every night was mad busy. He and I are still friends to this day, and there is no more Marlo Inn in Marlborough, because he retired and sold it; and now it's a different name.
(the story) - I figured, if I built the Marlo Inn in Marwencol, I need Italo to run the place; after all, it is 'his' restaurant :) Italo defected from his paratroop unit, because I asked him if he would come to Marwencol and own and operate the Marlo for me, and he sent a message by carrier pigeon, saying "yes!!". So after Graeylin and his men buried their comrade, they went out on patrol and captured Italo, just by accident. He kept telling them that I asked him to come to my world and cook in the Marlo Inn, but Graeylin didn't believe him. After Graey's men stripped Italo of his weapons, they marched him towards Marwencol. . . The town's almost closed for the Winter, as usual, and the Cherry wood coffee table top, that I found at the public boat landing (the banks of the Mulva River) a mile away, made an excellent addition to the Catfight Club's bottom floor, and a perfect sleeping quarters for all of you. The only thing is, that the troops have to share the bunk with someone else, in shifts. The order of the day, this year, is to post some guards throughout Marwencol, so as to prevent the Nazis from just walzing into our town and taking it over; in which every Spring is a battle to get back control of it, 'whew'! The Colonel (Rich) decided, that each team would spend two days guard duty in town, and two days in the warmth and comfort of the Catfight Club. And meanwhile, another one of us is out there wandering around Belgium, looking for Marwencol :) Respectfully Yours sir, Cpt. Hogancamp |
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