@ossobuco,
I was wrong.. it was the Pan Am Building. I'd been on a short trip in '69, after my father died, to take my mother to see NY and Boston; that was a bit of a debacle and wake up, in that her health was beginning to fail, and she didn't want to go see anything, the beginnings of what would become alzheimers. One evening though, a childhood friend from when we had lived there in NY and her husband took me out to dinner, thus this memory, mostly sad.
Now Met Life..