The Lost Ballet
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Chapter 27 – Lunch Arrangements
Nev drove over to Fort Moultrie on Sullivan’s Island. That’s where the headquarters of Fort Sumter National Monument is, and the offices of the folks that run Fort Sumter. He had an appointment with the Superintendent at 1pm. After introductions, Nev said, “I represent a man who would like to organize a private lunch out at Fort Sumter. We know it’s a very important and significant place in American history, and we respect that very much. This man would like to have a few of his close friends out there, who also like and respect history, and historic artifacts. Is that possible?”
The Superintendent got requests like this every once in a while, so he knew what to say. “Unfortunately, that’s not possible. We’re part of the federal government, and the citizens of the U.S. actually own Fort Sumter, so we can’t have private parties benefit from the place. We have to provide equal opportunities for everyone to have access. Sorry.”
Nev sort of had expected this, so he was ready. He said, “I understand. But I was wondering if, perhaps, we made a contribution to you, to the fort, if maybe that would provide us access for an hour or two?” As he said this, Nev sent out money vibes to the Superintendent, who received and understood that non-verbal communication.
“What exactly do you mean by a contribution?”
“Well, what do you need out there? Maybe we can help?”
The Superintendent thought for a moment, said, “Well, two of our Civil War cannons are showing some rust. It’s very expensive to have experts go out to the fort on the island, and strip off the rust and old layers of paint, and then put on new paint. Very expensive. We could use some help with that.”
Nev smiled. “How much would it cost to take care of those two valuable artifacts?”
“That would take $5,000.”
“I see.” Nev paused, for effect. “Are there only two cannons that have rust? Maybe you have four cannons that need preservation?”
The Superintendent saw the light, immediately. “Yes, there are four cannons that have rust problems. Very valuable artifacts. Very important.”
“Well, if we helped you with that, paid for the work on the four cannons, would that allow us access to the fort for two hours, for our heritage lunch?”
“If you made a donation of $10,000, you could have private access to the fort for a three hour lunch, on the day of your choice. You would have to get your guests out there by boat, and pay for the lunch. The citizens of the U.S. would thank you for your generosity and caring spirit.”
Nev took out Stirg’s checkbook and wrote out the check. He said, “I’ll let you know the date.”
When he got home he told Stirg the lunch venue was arranged. Stirg said, “Ok, pick a date. Hire a boat and a catering company. When it’s all set, I’ll send an invitation to the fucks, and we’ll have a little chat out there over food and wine. I’ll try to make them understand the error of their ways. If they don’t understand, well then, it’s back to battle.”