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April 07, 2008



I used to work as a security guard in the Newport Art Museum and was stationed most days directly across from a portrait of Doris Duke.


For 9 hours a day it was just me and Doris staring at each other all day, interrupted every couple of hours by some kid trying to scribble on a vase with a crayon. At some point it felt like a connection between me and the portrait developed. With no one else to talk too, I started having long conversations with it. I cant really remember what they were about, but they made the days go by quicker. She died a few months later and it was pretty sad.

The end.


thanks, trouble -- i remember this from my youth and i've been meaning to go back for years!


Hey TroubleDJ, could you make some Trouble here? Or at least publicize my attempt to make trouble by pitting a $20 website against a $2 billion Foundation with an army of lawyers and PR people?


The closure and dismantling of Doris's Gardens is more than a shame - it's an act of destruction that people are already comparing to the loss of Penn Station.

Over 300 emails have been sent via the website, and I make sure the Trustees get to see each one. Embarrassment is New Jersey's only weapon against these socialite New Yorkers.


BTW, the adopting-the-Hare-Krishna was not so weird. Doris's baby was born premature and only lived a day, and she couldn't have any more children. Chandi, the woman Doris adopted was the same age as her dead daughter, and due to her spiritual beliefs at the time, Doris was convinced that Chandi was her daughter's reincarnation. Millions of people believe in reincarnation, so it doesn't make her that unusual. Later, Doris realized she'd been duped. Regarding the Jazz stuff, Doris was a very accomplished musician who loved jazz, there are photos of her in the 'black' magazines of the time dining with Ellington and Pearl Bailey.

I'm not saying she wasn't a bit odd - that's common for people who don't suffer fools gladly! But she had a lot of substance, it's not fair to class her in with modern airhead heiresses.

Abby Green

Well, wealth CAN'T buy a person's happiness after all. Go figure...

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