Stanley Bard - This Ain't no Holiday Inn: Down and Out at the Chelsea Hotel 1980-1995 - page 153

PAUL VOLMER
After calling on the phone and seeing if he could get somebody out of bed to
pay some rent, if he did get some money, he would get right on the phone to his
stockbroker. Whatever rent he could juice out of the people, he'd be playing the
stock market with it that very morning.
ROBERT CAMPBELL
Sometimes, as you came into the lobby from outside, if you saw the elevator
doors just starting to open, you could just jump right into the elevator. By the
time Stanley looked over in your direction, the elevator doors had shut and you
were gone.
Or you would make it look like you were going over to the telephone, but
you'd go to the service elevator instead, which was hard for Stanley to see. If
it was pretty far up, then instead you could walk up the back stairs, the service
stairs.
Also, there's a restaurant on one side of the Chelsea called El Quijote. It has
a back way you can take out, which exits out into the other side of the lobby, so
you can avoid Stanley that way too.
But usually, to avoid Stanley I just became an entirely nocturnal person. I
would go to bed at around seven in the morning and get up about four-thirty or
five in the afternoon, maybe three-thirty if I was feeling healthy. And Stanley
would leave work at about five-thirty or six p.m. We'd always call down at the
front desk and see if Stanley was still there. If he had gone home, then we could
cruise!
Nobody ever knew where Stanley lived, not even Paul, the bellman. And
Timur, another bellman, didn't know where Stanley lived. Nobody knew.
PAUL VOLMER
Stanley lived in New Jersey. I believe he has a very nice home there. People tell
me that when he went home to New Jersey, he definitely left the Chelsea all be-
hind. He was a family man.