BEg2 chapter 3 Maid-Rite, Ceres Cafe, fuckin Horst

[Michael Bailey]

Horst. A fourth-generation product of the U.S. Midwest, emotional as a
grain elevator, fatally alluring as a Harley knucklehead, indispensable
(God help her) as an authentic Maid-Rite when hunger sets in, Horst
Loeffler….

Iowa restaurant company

http://www.maid-rite.com



Ceres (goddess of grain, for the ancient Greeks) Cafe in the Chicago Board
of Trade Building is a real place
http://www.cerescafechicago.com



So, hmmm, largely through Horst it was that she garnered the numerous shady
business contacts who now have her in their grimy Rolodexes (nostalgia
flash) all over town?
A-and why does he know so many of them, him being a commodities trader?


Heidi calls him a “big alexithymic lug.”

https://blogs.scientificamerican.com/mind-guest-blog/the-emotional-blindness-of-alexithymia/