Recently, we were pleased to hear from The Indestructable Charles Ehrlich. He had just returned from his annual Buddhist retreat in the “Big Sky” country of Wisconsin—an affair that saw him reunited, in an apparently plutonic way, with his ex, Karla Richardson. While some of you may be picturing a relaxing week spent drinking jasmine tea and discussing the impermanence of all things, Mista Chuck reports that the retreat  was “challenging in an extreme and spiritually brutal way.” We’re not sure if we should put this down to Ehrlich’s usual bravado when it comes to all things dharmic, but we’re willing to accept that the Jewel Heart teachers kept him in a sweat.

Anyway, his missive has nothing to do with practices Buddhistical. Instead, in true Shpotzir fashion, he writes about breakfast and his friends. We reproduce it here, with Immense Charles’ characteristicaly unusual spelling and punctuation intact:

”last week saw a pair of impromptu mini-reunions of far flung fellow travelers: G. Ehrlich popped into the city last week for 48 hours, on business from San Francisco.

Speaking of Californication, C. Wilcha has been holed up in the Governator's state all month with John Cleese, who is starring in the still youngish Wilcha's first TV spot (for a bread company run by--you guessed it--Christopher's dad, Mr. John "I have lots of bread goods but no place in my heart for nepotism" Wilcha). Graf and G. Ehrlich and brother Charles rejoined in Soho, where they were seen enjoying a sudden schpotz on Wednesday morning at some fancy french joint.

Speaking of "fancy" and "French," Rob Clores and his lovely wife Carrie had a baby girl the very next day, and named her Gwendolyn Rose. The name is auspicious: Gwen was J. Moskowitz's mom's name and Rose was the Ehrlich grandmother's name and is also the middle name of Alexis and Bruce Menken's girl baby, Sonia, and it seemed especially appropriate this week, as spring is not far off.

Speaking of things that warm our gonads, the very next day, long lost schptoz member Noel "Noodles" Dowd emerged from his haunt in the mountains of Georgia for a Friday schpotz with Milo Graf's old man and Charles Ehrlich. Noodles had come north, he said, to retrieve his old sneakers and a lamp he left in Brooklyn, at his previous apartment, which according to Well N. Dowd, is now occupied by a hot Israeli woman. Mrs. Phineas Dowd stayed in Georgia where she is running a "spa." Happy endings after all. “