Re: Wrong clothes
My first job in the USAI was at the former Ambassador Hotel, Home of the famous Coconut Grove, night club, they sponsored me into the States from Canada. Though only 24 I was a swing cook, which meant I would do all different cooking positions in the kitchen as needed. One night I was working as sauce cook and an order came in for Welsh Rarebit. The night Sous Chef shouted out "Does anyone know how to cook Welsh "Rabbit" I said I did, so I made a pot for two with toast points on the side and away it went, a room service order. The next night I was a grill cook. Suddenly there was in uproar in the kitchen and a Sous Chef yelling out "Who cooked the Welsh Rabbit last night?" Somebody had sent up an open face grilled cheese sandwich. I said I had, so he told me to make another order, Which I did and thirty minutes later I was told to get a new cook's jacket and apron and hat and go to suite number x, J. Edgar Hoover wants to see you. I damn near messed my pants, and I had only been in the county a month and the bloody head of the FBI wants me! I cleaned up and the room service captain took me up to the suite and we went in. J. Edgar Hoover and another man (I later found out it was his assistant and longtime "friend". Director Hoover said he hadn't had such lovely Welsh Rarebit since he was in England and gave me $25 dollars which would be over $100. today.
Thankfully that was my only brush with the F.B.I..
Cheers Rodney
Rodney David Richard Mills
R602188 Gravesend