My fave NY bar was on 3rd and 18th. Fat Tuesdays. I met a New Yorker 3 weeks ago who told me it had gone. Fuck. It was great. Has it really gone? We saw Oscar Peterson in there. We'd been staying in some horrible Bukowski flop joint nearby and that was our local. Full of girls in their 50's who were so sweet:
You went up the Empire State? Brenda, you ever been up there? No. I forget it's there. You did what?? Coney Island? My God! And you're still alive? Hey, see them two old boys over there? They've been gay since 1954. England? You boys don't look gay.
NYC was the best place I've ever been in my life. We walked through every part of Manhattan, no probs. Everybody was incredibly kind.
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