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Frank Loyd Wright had a bevy of architects and draftsmen who flocked to Talisman West, outside Scotsdale, AZ , hoping to apprentice under the master. He used this foolish devotion to his advantage with rows upon rows of drafting tables, meandering from one disciple to another like a chess master, viewing the progress of these commissions which accounted for more, in the last ten years of his life, than the previous 70 years combined. His draftsmen were seldom paid, asked to work long hours, and remunerated largely with nothing more than a gift at Xmas. Like Thomas Jefferson, he suffered from an inability to limit his spending habits. Forever in debt, his letters are littered with pleas to his patrons, begging for further advances. His original Talsman east, located on his family property in Wisconsin, was foreclosed when he fell hopelessly behind on the mortgage. Here, we imagine Prowell listening with one ear to the master's driveling criticisms. |
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| We might imagine them, following a long day of work, venturing into Scotsdale to linger in the foyer of Palace Billards, waiting for an open table. |