A few months back a fire killed a dude that used to work at the Concourse Hotel. The fire also left two current employees homeless. All three were Tibetan and the Madison Tibetan Association picked up the entire funeral and housing expenses, taxing their already limited budget.
Er– actually Kristi Klemm. Kristi proposed that the Concourse send the proceeds from the yearly United Way auction to the MTA. The idea was green lighted and various items were collected: various restaurants and hotels (including the Hojo) donated gift certificates; various employees that can bake or make things donated that (Ed Nez donated one of his banks).
Now: Enter Ewaz.
Ewaz was a saint collecting gift certificates from Cafe Montamarte, Michelangelo’s and other former places that once employed him. And to top it off he donated one day of his time. Misquoting the placard on the auction board “Dining, dancing manual labor or accompaniment to a sporting event all fall within the parameters of this agreement.”
So, yeah. I already moved in and bid 50$. What shall I do with my Ewaz when I win him? Hard to say. If I say Ewaz, make me a fruit salad. Dude will make me a mother fucking fruit salad. If I say, Ewaz crash in to that bush? Dude better get crashing. If I say, Ewaz, dance! He best start.