The Guardian statue is sitting in the dark of the Lurk because Miss Fish took a fancy to sleeping in there, just after Orangelina woke up, and that would not do. So I interfered.
Also: Bill in 1973, maybe ’74. Me, 10 or 11, dreaming of tall, dark, skinny high school boys, and Joey Ramone.
If someone had shown me a picture of this boy, who was busy at MIT at the time, and told me that he would be my man, I would have been overjoyed. Sigh.