across the cobblestones to West St. in Greenwich Village getting my first
run of the day from JDF Advertising up to 625 Madison. It's quickly
followed by a run for the New York Review of Books on West 57th,
where I flirt with Barbara, but get nowhere. Then I'm on to Ed Sullivan
Productions over on Third Ave. Marcy smiles at me as I tell her my
(funny at the time) Chico Marx/Carl Reiner joke. I know all the
receptionists and best bathrooms. Flora at Paris Match on Madison
at 67th St. flirts with me, much to my pleasure. By noon I stop for
for a rare standing lunch at Papaya King. Then I'm pedaling fast
on a super-rush job. The exercise is great and my heart loves it
like I love a girl who's far away and I'm pedaling towards her.
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Mr. and Mrs. Gray, E. 86th St. 1975
Mr. Gray: They told me if I let them cut my balls off I'd live longer.
Imagine that! I told 'em to hell with it.
Mrs. Gray: I don't know why not. You don't use them.