Closest I got was meeting some of the cast after a performance of Cats in 1984 or so, riding in a Checker cab and sitting on the folding side seat, and lunch at O'Neal's Balloon. A few years ago, I explored Times Square with a writer friend who was a peep show girl in the '80s, to see what remained of that era. We found one or two marquees and facades, nothing more.
I'm not a nitpicker, but...shouldn't that last sentence have a question mark, as in:
"You don’t get this kind of helpful stuff from Strunk and White, do you now?"
And no, I don't.
It ain't really a question, is it.
He said, rhetorically.
That's the New York I thought still existed, growing up in the '70s...
I think it still did, a little.
Closest I got was meeting some of the cast after a performance of Cats in 1984 or so, riding in a Checker cab and sitting on the folding side seat, and lunch at O'Neal's Balloon. A few years ago, I explored Times Square with a writer friend who was a peep show girl in the '80s, to see what remained of that era. We found one or two marquees and facades, nothing more.
Bert seems like a pistol.
I hope their entrances were as memorable as their exit.
"[A] gigantic red-haired harlot, swaying her enormous hat, reeking with corrosive cocktails of the West Fifties." #goals
Riiiiiiggghhhhhhtttt?