|No, it's not the duck pond...|
|The stove, the kitchen sink...all for sale|
I thought I might see more restaurateurs at the sale, since the former dining room was loaded with kitchen gear: pots and pans, chafing dishes, stacks of plates and platters, boxes of drinking straws and carry-out boxes, salad bar supplies, tables and chairs, jugs of spices, glassware, flatware and everything else you can imagine. Vases? There were dozens. And decorations galore for holiday parties and luaus.
One friend of mine went gaga over the old oil paintings and the "ridiculously expensive" Oriental rugs. "Don't you think they'd want to take some of these things to the new location?" he wondered, looking at two upholstered chairs. The club is reportedly moving to another historic home, the former Nell Donnelly mansion at 52nd and Cherry; the Crestwood neighborhood has been fighting the move.
The estate sale had everything -- except the rugs and paintings -- marked half-price on Saturday. It was also a good opportunity to prowl around the old Kirkwood mansion, which must have been truly impressive in its glory days (all the second-floor bedrooms had fireplaces) before it was chopped up to create dining rooms, meeting rooms and the lower-level dressing rooms. At least one of the former bedrooms had been transformed into a hideous "pub."
"Do you think Laura Kirkwood is rolling in her grave over this?" asked my friend.
The late Mrs. Kirkwood was, by most accounts, a woman who liked a nip now and then. She probably loved the pub idea.