O.K., I just finished Osso's trip to New York. Now I'm in shape for Proust.
All I know of Proust is the title of his cookie book, Remembrance of Things Past.
Proust, ladies in leather, tall closets, Times Square, dime stores, the Algonquin, MOMA, Jean Claude at Pierre au Tunnel (sigh), Frank and too much pot, going back, oh yes, going back.
Next time, babe, you must promise to time your trip so that we can meet you there.
Wonderful, ossoB.
Thanks for bringing me here.
Wonderful.
Memories, stories, visuals.
Wonderful.
Friends.
Wonderful.
So, years pass.
And so did apostrophes from the text. (laughs)
I no longer believe the woman made the hats.
And I've researched 3240 Henry Hudson Parkway - the building of my youth is gone.
