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	<title>Comments on: Huntington Hartford, R.I.P.</title>
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		<title>By: Ben</title>
		<link>http://www.heronswoodvoice.com/2008/06/huntington-hartford-rip/#comment-23954</link>
		<dc:creator>Ben</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 08:04:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>great article. I used to work at Hunt&#039;s house in Manhattan in the mid eighties, doing maintenance and odd jobs. That eerie, quiet, too empty townhouse&gt; two house keepers,If i remember correctly Pauline and Maria, who tried to care for Hunt as good as they could. He lived like a virtual hermit in his spacious bedroom. As I was free to access most rooms in the house, I was able to look at pictures and framed newspaper and magazine articles that kind of chronicled his interesting but turbulent life. This made it so much more painful to see this once very rich and powerful man wither away in misery. One could not help but feel for the guy&gt; I used to pick up my cheques at his caretaker/lawyers office&gt; This was a former swimming champ, forgot his name. He had the unenviable task of protecting Hunt&#039;s rapidly dwindling fortune from vultures and leeches, plentiful around. There was a junkie scumbag living on the top floor, supposedly just to go out and buy whatever drugs were needed in the house by Hunt and his then wife or girlfriend.After a while there was no more work to be done, and I quit, although it would have been easy to pretend there was more work to be done. Nobody supervised, i just wrote the hours and got paid. But this was not my style, and I had plenty of other jobs in tv commercial production and the nightclub scene. I was approached by various magazine reporters whom I knew from the club scene to dish the dirt about Hunt, but i declined. For people to judge Hunt just for his lavish life style and often ill fated investments is probably just jaleousy. Bottom line is the clock ticks away the time for all of us, whether you have $400,- or $400 million in the bank. He certainly had a hell of a ride and salute his guts for doing it his way.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>great article. I used to work at Hunt&#8217;s house in Manhattan in the mid eighties, doing maintenance and odd jobs. That eerie, quiet, too empty townhouse&gt; two house keepers,If i remember correctly Pauline and Maria, who tried to care for Hunt as good as they could. He lived like a virtual hermit in his spacious bedroom. As I was free to access most rooms in the house, I was able to look at pictures and framed newspaper and magazine articles that kind of chronicled his interesting but turbulent life. This made it so much more painful to see this once very rich and powerful man wither away in misery. One could not help but feel for the guy&gt; I used to pick up my cheques at his caretaker/lawyers office&gt; This was a former swimming champ, forgot his name. He had the unenviable task of protecting Hunt&#8217;s rapidly dwindling fortune from vultures and leeches, plentiful around. There was a junkie scumbag living on the top floor, supposedly just to go out and buy whatever drugs were needed in the house by Hunt and his then wife or girlfriend.After a while there was no more work to be done, and I quit, although it would have been easy to pretend there was more work to be done. Nobody supervised, i just wrote the hours and got paid. But this was not my style, and I had plenty of other jobs in tv commercial production and the nightclub scene. I was approached by various magazine reporters whom I knew from the club scene to dish the dirt about Hunt, but i declined. For people to judge Hunt just for his lavish life style and often ill fated investments is probably just jaleousy. Bottom line is the clock ticks away the time for all of us, whether you have $400,- or $400 million in the bank. He certainly had a hell of a ride and salute his guts for doing it his way.</p>
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		<title>By: EAS</title>
		<link>http://www.heronswoodvoice.com/2008/06/huntington-hartford-rip/#comment-334</link>
		<dc:creator>EAS</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 14:14:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Another interesting obit from the same generation, 

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/05/29/BAS410UMH2.DTL

From the poor potato to a fashionable favorite, long live the french fry!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Another interesting obit from the same generation, </p>
<p><a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/05/29/BAS410UMH2.DTL" rel="nofollow">http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/05/29/BAS410UMH2.DTL</a></p>
<p>From the poor potato to a fashionable favorite, long live the french fry!</p>
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