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The Al Fresco Memorial Smoking Lounge
Through this door pass . . . some people.

Alfonso Georgino Rafael Pintscrew Fresco IV — "Al" to his friends — spent most of his life, and all of his inherited millions in Fresco Snake Oils and Noxious Nostrums, Limited, in a search for a woman who could share his special view of the world. Sadly for the world, he was unsuccessful, and spent the declining years of his life roaming the backyards of suburbia looking for love in all the wrong places. What he found were some skunks and raccoons, none of whom found pink hair attractive. Al eventually moved to Seattle and joined the underground music scene as a post-industrial, neo-punk, proto-Brooklyn cookie specialist, and finished his career as a Holiday Design Specialist, Third Class, for the Archway Cookie Company. He was well ignored by his peers throughout his life and died in a snowstorm in the Himalayas while researching All Souls' Day wafer preferences among the Buddhists. He isn't missed, except by one skunk currently under heavy medication, and people who wander too far into the dark back yards of their lives.

The Alicia Fresco Memorial Smoking Lounge

Alicia Fresco, wife of the Torquemada Loan Company tycoon, Al "Chubby" Fresco, was a rail-thin woman, often found hiding behind lamp posts and deck supports, especially after drinking Magic Margaritas. Her angular exterior hid a woman screaming to get out of the broken glass that was her psyche, and she married Chubby to be the chaffeur of her escape. Which is the problem, you see, as no one knows where she's gone. In the time-honored tradition of naming public spaces after people that compare unfavorably with your ex-spouse's yapping lap dog, we dedicate the druid labs' smoking area to her. Don't go too near the posts, OK?