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December - Paul
Edwards, one of the best-known American philosophers and a
friend for five decades as well as a professor (whose class at New
School I audited under a pseudonym for we hadn't seen each other for
decades), died a year ago. On December 10th, several of his other
friends and I took his cremains and, as per his wishes, scattered the
ashes into the Hudson River at 68th Street. Ligardy accompanied me, taking
photos that will accompany an article I'll write for a philosophic
newsletter. Then the 13-year-old I'm tutoring worked up a paper, "The
Funniest Funeral I've Ever Attended," to give his 8th grade teacheres
who, I'm sure, will be impressed one way or another - as he exited
after taking the photos, he saw boys sliding in the snow down a long
slope; their father kindly let him tumble and slide four times down the
hill while I shot more photos. . . .John
Waters, known to most as the master of bad taste, asked for and
received my permission to use my Cruising
the Deuce as a prop in a movie he currently is shooting. . . . November - On
Veterans' Day on the Mall in the nation's capital, I marched with
Atheists in Foxholes and spoke of my 1944 experiences on Omaha Beach.
Citing Vanity Fair that
70,000,000 evangelicals now attend 200,000 churches and many get their
news from their pastor, not newspapers and books, I said that if we
were to remain a democracy, not become a theocracy, our next battle
will not be Omaha Beach . . . but Omaha itself. . . .My
biographical entry is now listed by Wikipedia, the
free online encyclopedia at <http://wikipedia.org>. . . . October
- I
finished
editing Taslima Nasrin's
twenty-somethingth book, Phera
(Homecoming) - on October 7th when she was not chosen for the Nobel Peace Prize 2005, I e-mailed
that just to have been nominated by Amnesty
France was sufficient award. . . . I
have submitted Cruising the Deuce
for a possible non-fiction Randy
Shilts Award . . . . The
Kinsey Institute at the University of Indiana has Cruising the Deuce. . . .I've
written a possible Wikipedia
listing. . . . On my 84th birthday, I made a bet with my
publisher, Lyle Stuart, that
I'd come to his memorial service rather than vice versa - a gambler, he
once won $245,000 playing baccarat in Atlantic City, so we'll see who's
the loser this time. . . . My cyberbuddy Peter Ross treated me to a birthday
dinner (on the 27th) at my (and the late Charles Kuralt's) favorite
restaurant, Beatrice Inn, two
days before the venerable place closed - I'll miss Alberto, who had
been a waiter
there for decades. At the next table, we met New Yorker cartoonist John Kane, another macaddict. . . .I
was arrested. Simon, his wife Patricia, 9-year-old Marie, 13-year old Ligardy, and I were driven up to the
covered bridge just before Kent, Connecticut, where we saw the
beautiful fall foliage. . . . I took Ligardy
to see the Halloween parade in Greenwich Village, and although he
preferred seeing Batman, Superman, and musical names I did not
recognize, my favorite was seeing the
Pope French-kissing one of his monsignors. The Deli Man carried dead body parts
and took orders for sandwiches. A man with a huge penis shot jism into the audience. Girls with
pasties abounded, several Bushes, but this year no O.J. Simpsons. September
- I made two podcasts, so now I definitely feel a part of the new
century - one is about Taslima Nasrin's
two books for sale at chelCpress,
and one is about my interview with William
James - a shady character from my past - an hour-long podcast
which will be available to reviewers of my Cruising the Deuce. These will be
available to anyone having an iPod. . . . My British column outs my
having been with James Dean at
Julius's bar back in the 1950s. . . . Ligardy
entered 8th grade, is now a teenager (13), and is a half-inch taller
than I am - teaching vocabulary has certainly changed - now I've shown
how to put the cursor on the word, do a right click, click look up, and
click definition. . . .I returned to Waukee, Iowa, for a ceremony at my
Grandfather Spencer Smith's
Old Hotel, the oldest structure in this Des Moines suburb's town - Peter Ross, my cybergeek,
accompanied me, and I drove him 400 miles around my old stomping
grounds while he took 400 digital photos that I will transmit to local
libraries. . . . My advisory committee and I cancelled the African
online school we were advising - a junior student of chemistry headed a
group that did not take our recommendations. As a result, I
formed the African Philosophers'
Platform, helped in part by encouragement from Princeton
philosopher Kwame Anthony Appiah. August - After much
planning, as its Chancellor (a term given me by students at Ibadan
University in Nigeria), I've founded African
Online School of Philosophy. One of the first to agree to be an
advisor, incredibly, is famed philosopher Kwame Anthony Appiah. . . .
Surprisingly receiving a year's, not a half-year's, visa from India to
go to Kolkata, Taslima Nasrin
celebrated by taking an Indian intellectual, her sister's husband, her
sister, and daughter Srot with
me to Swing 46, a jazz club on
Restaurant Row. . . . Finding that Willy
James is still alive, I interviewed him about our subcultural
experiences back in the old days. I learned that he'd been arrested
near the White House in Washington when only 12, had been busted
several times, sold drugs even in prison, did a record 23 times of
something he loves to do, and now I'll have a tape that verifies events
I described in my Cruising the Deuce.
. . .Dr. David White, my buddy
the philosophy prof, dutifully took "The Humanist" from Rochester to
Albany, where the statue greets people arriving at the Institute of
Humanist Studies there. . . . I took 12-year-old Ligardy Termonfils to Rhinebeck to
see the airshow (to which years ago I'd taken Lee Harley), but weather conditions
didn't allow us to go up for a spin in one of the two-winged
single-propeller World War I planes. We did go to Commodore
Vanderbilt's place and to President FDR's gravesite at nearby Hyde
Park. For his 13th birthday, I got him a printer-scanner that works
with his G-4 Mac. Either I'm getting shorter, or he's getting
taller than me. July - A Dallas County,
Iowa, reporter asked to interview me by telephone, and the story will
be published in my hometown's county newspaper in August. . . .Eric Walther, a retired Long Island
University philosophy prof, spoke to our Bertrand Russell Chapter at
the nearby Jane Street Tavern - co-owner Horton Foote Jr. greeted us, and Taslima Nasrin joined in. . . .When
Tim Madigan visited, he
took me to the English Speaking Union, an organization for which he has
become Rochester's lead man. We had another memorable brunch with Sylvia Kahan, and Tim bought from Peter Ross the Mac laptop that
should give him lots of fun. . . .Phyllis
Ross, who heads a very large black psychiatrists' group, invited
me to see the Harlem Dance Theater perform and Peter accompanied me. Afterwards we
had good discussions with many of the dancers, finding most are not
from this city. . . . June - The FBI, replying to
my request under the Freedom of Information-Privacy Acts, has informed
me it does not have a file on
me. I had thought that, maybe because I was book review editor of The Humanist at the time fellow
secular humanist Corliss Lamont
was cited for contempt by Congress, I might have a file, I don't. Sir Arthur C. Clarke has told me he has
no file, either, and he's furious! . . . . I'm one of many who has come
up against theft of identity -
Citibank, PayPal, and I have cleared my record, for I made no purchases
in the United Arab Emirates, Great Britain, and France. Furthermore, I
didn't buy a Western Union money order in Chicago. I enjoyed reporting
the grand larceny to the local 10th Precinct . . . . May - John
Waters, the filmmaker with the pencil-thin
moustache on his upper lip, wrote to say that at the May 5-9 Maryland
Film Festival, "I did hold up your Cruising
the Deuce and mentioned it when I was introducing the French
film, 'Porn Theatre'." How Divine,
and I do refer to the star he found in 1972, who devoured a
refrigerator in his first film, Pink
Flamingoes! . .
. . I
have created webpages for New York City's and the island of Dominica's Bertrand Russell groups, and they
are beginning to Andrea
Cousins, another of my unforgettable New Canaan, Connecticut,
students decades ago, logged onto my webpage and downloaded my "Hymn of
the Pantheist." The daughter of one of my inspirations, Saturday
Review of Literature editor Norman
Cousins who contributed as I did to
the Westport Unitarian Society, she emailed that when she was in 4th
grade she had a conversation with her dad:
Me: "Daddy, what should I say when the other kids ask me what
religion I am?" I still laugh when I think how her dad let me bring some students to their house, and we Dewey-decimalized all the books downstairs in their large house. He then couldn't find anything, he told me! On several of my visits there to tutor Hiroshima Maiden Shigeko Niimoto, Norman and I played duets, he on the organ and me on the piano. We developed a great rapport, I was teacher for all four of his daughters, and at his memorial held in the New York City Society for Ethical Culture I shared laughs with Shigeko, Andrea, and Yevgeny Yevtushenko (who gave me his Moscow mailing address to be forwarded to a mutual friend in Sri Lanka, Royston Ellis). I
JetBlued to Rochester on the 12th and met with the Bertrand Russell
Society chapter, then journeyed to McMaster U in Canada with David Henehen, Phil Ebersole, and Tim Madigan to the annual meeting of
the Society. I left my two new books with the McMaster librarian and we
had our photos taken next to Berty's desk and books. The
New York Public Library has my autographed Cruising in its Billy Rose Theatre Collection, the 42nd Street Library has a copy, as
does the Jefferson Market Library
here in the Village and the Gay
Center Library on 13th Street. . . . For the
38th successive year, I attended the annual ceremony of the American Academy of Arts and Letters.
John Guare's awarding the
Gold Medal for Belles Lettres to Joan
Didion was a high point. Roger
Wilkins, nephew of Roy Wilkins,
talked about the language of liberty from a black's viewpoint. Inducted
into the Academy were architect Maya
Lin, landscape architect Laurie
Olin, architect James Stewart
Polshek, artist Cindy Sherman,
sculptor Kiki Smith, poet Rosanna Warren, and playwright Tony Kushner (who gave me his
address when I simply asked if he had a doorman, and next day I took
him a copy of Deuce). VIPs
getting awards were Shigeru Ban,
Charles Mee, Shirley Hazzard, Jane Freilicher, Joan Didion, and James Levine. Best-dressed: Ned Rorem, but I didn't get to ask
him about receiving Deuce. Gossip
From Across the Pond has arrived. Neighbor and Cabaret star John Benjamin Hickey received it as
well as Deuce. . . . I sent
consignment copies to friends I grew up with in Iowa; fought with
during WW II; taught at Columbia U, Bentley School, or New Canaan High;
was employer for at the recording studio; or are friends here in
Greenwich Village. The
memorial for Arthur Miller on 9
May 05 at the Majestic Theatre on 44th Street was memorable
indeed. As I hurried to get to the end of a long line waiting to
enter, Edward Albee passed me
on the street. "Mr. Albee," I said twice to get his attention,
"I'm the one who just sent you my book,
Cruising the Deuce, this week." "I don't think I got it,"
he replied, asking what it's about. "Cruising on 42nd Street back
in the 1940s and 1950s. I mention you," I explained
hurriedly. He smiled. "Oh, but you're not one of the cast," I
added, and he laughed, then turned the corner maybe to flee from the
madding crowd and prepare for speaking at the memorial. It was a
friendly scene, and I was awed by his somewhat straight, not curved,
front teeth. Poor Albee, for his companion died of bladder cancer this
month: Jonathan Thomas, a
Canadian who had studied mathematics and art history at McMaster and
whom I once met when he was waiting for Albee to speak to gays at the
13th Street Center.
The Majestic was filled to
capacity. The speakers and performers
were superb, and I found fault only with one programming note. Film producer Robert Miller,
Arthur's son with Mary Slattery,
received cheers when he read from the letter his dad had sent to the
House Un-American Activities Committee, explaining why a creative
artist is known by his work and actions, not by responding to a public
official who was asking him to reveal his or his friends' political
views and affiliations. Film director Rebecca
Miller, Arthur's daughter with Inge
Morath, read one of her dad's moving poems. Rebecca's husband,
London-born actor-filmographer Daniel
Day-Lewis, intoned with dignity part of a Miller reminiscence,
"Echoes
Down the Corridor." Joan Copeland,
Arthur's sister, enacted a scene from her brother's The
American Clock, ending the scene while sitting on the grand
piano's stool and dramatically showing her character's frustration -
she loudly took the piano's keyboard cover and slammed it down. It was
in her Manhattan apartment that her brother had received hospice care
before being taken to Roxbury,
Connecticut, where at the age of 89 in February he died from a heart
condition and cancer.
<> Taslima's and my
letter to India's president has not resulted in her receiving Indian
citizenship. She will receive another honorary doctorate on the 16th,
and we worked on her speech for the American University of Paris. On
the 31st she meets with UNICEF officials and French ministers about
girls' education globally, and we came up with a good draft of a speech.Former Senator George McGovern was stately, speaking with emotion of his friendship with Miller and his love for Death of a Salesman. Like Miller, he said, he had known what it is to be depressed - imagine how it felt, he said to the audience's laughter, when in an election for President he had lost 49 of the 50 states! Also, a brief letter of consolation was read from Bill Clinton. Estelle Parsons read the speech Linda Loman gave at her stage husband's funeral in Death of a Salesman. Pianist/composer Bill BolcomMichael Sommese in touching aria from the composer's opera, A View from the Bridge. Tony Kushner read a long work praising Miller, reading so fast that extreme concentration was needed to comprehend what he uttered so profoundly. Miller, the one who had inspired him to become a playwright, once sat in front of him at a play and he had had to repress his desire to reach forward and touch the head that had come up with the idea that one of our main purposes in life is to determine what relevancy we each have to the survival of the race. Edward Albee was eloquent in his blunt Quaker- and humanities-like way, saying he was outraged by New Criterion's "vile and sniggering unsigned editorial" to the effect conservatives should be happy now that Miller is dead. Many are the playwrights, he said to loud applause, who matter, and some who do not because they don't teach us anything and "do not render ourselves coherent." Arthur, he closed, "was a writer who mattered a lot!" Bill Coffin, pastor emeritus of Riverside Church, often called the Rockefeller Baptist Church on the Hudson, was the one objectionable speaker, I felt. Yes, he had been Arthur's friend for years. But although he said Arthur was an atheist, he knew God had a special place for him up in Heaven. Talk about a cavalier and out-of-place plug for the theists' vested interests! Fortunately, this "religious" intrusion was followed by an inspiring film tribute, pictures of Miller in Harlem, Brooklyn, and the Connecticut he loved – the final shot was of Charlie Rose's asking how he hoped to be remembered at a memorial, and Arthur responded laconically, "As a writer!" Of interest is that no mention whatsoever was made of Miller's son, Daniel, who suffered from Down Syndrome, or of his second wife, Marilyn Monroe. April - Deuce has arrived, and the first copy was sent to the person who wrote the foreword, Dr. Vern Bullough, past president of the Society for the Scientific Study of Sex. Danny Garvin, a fellow Stonewaller, was the first to praise the book's accuracy, and Green Beret manager Vic Catala detected that a person I did not name was in fact Jim Boothe, who wrote "Jingle Bell Rock". . . .Others who received the book: Ned Rorem and John Waters. I am a participant now in a study by the Kinsey Institute. . . . Met many interesting bioethicists at a UN NGO conference. Canada's oncologist who interviewed me last year at the UN for the British Columbia Humanist Association, Dr. Robert Buckman, bought drinks for me and a new friend, Ololade Olakanmi, a Nigerian-born junior who is pursuing a B.A. in biology and philosophy at Grinnell College in Iowa. Olo spoke about pig-to-human transplantation. Buckman described in detail Joan of Arc's type of epilepsy, one that neuroscience now understands is the product of one particular area of the brain (the right temporal lobe), and he illustrated how if her problem had been with the left temporarl lobe, she would not have heard God tell her to kill the non-Christians. It was good again seeing Babu Gogineni, who heads the International Humanist and Ethical Union; Larry Jones and Matt Cherry of the Institute for Humanist Studies in Albany; and meeting Louis Appignani, who founded the UN Center for Bioethics. March
- From New Delhi, I
have received a copy of Taslima
Nasrin's All About Women
(Rupa & Co., 2005), a collection of poetry that I edited, along
with her 20-somethingth book, Love
Poems of Taslima Nasreen. . .
. I
finished drafts of Cruising the Deuce
and also of Gossip From Across the
Pond, my
books #3 and #4, and sent them off to the publisher, chelCpress. . . .
My friend Royston Ellis is off
to Singapore to lecture on the QE2. His article about the Seychelles
makes me want to join him. . . .Kentucky Attorney Edwin F. Kagin's Baubles of Blasphemy (Freethought
Press, 2005) includes my blurb for his book that it is "the ideal
antidote against theistic fissiparousness." . . . New York's Daily News (25 Mar 05) carried my
letter about Columbia U Professor Joseph Massad, accuse of being
anti-Semitic: "If Columbia were to fire anyone who espoused
unpopular views about religion, it would be a sure sign that theocracy
has replaced democracy." . . . John
King, who was in
my English class at New Canaan High but who later built his own
recording studio and passed up the chance to buy mine (as did Sean "P. Diddy" Combs), is in the
news. Rapper Foxy Brown claims
she doesn't owe his Chung
King Studio (an inside joke, for his recording studio is near
Chinatown). John, if
quoted correctly, is right when he says clients are not allowed to
remove master tapes unless they're completely paid for.In preparation
for book #5, about my
recording studio, I've gotten in
touch with all my former employees. One, William Wittman, is a key person in Cyndi Laupur's group: Cyndi and William
February
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I accompanied 12-year-old Ligardy
Termonfils and his mother to Parent-Teachers' Night at his
Brooklyn school. . . . I've busily been tutoring him, commencing with
handwriting. We see Broadway works, go to historical sites, and
telephone at night. January
- Doug Fishbone, who
lives across the
hall from me, has shaken up the British art scene. First, he created a
self-portrait out of kebab meat, then displayed a (real) caged
Arab,then installed a pile of 30,000 bananas in Trafalgar Square (much
as he once had done in Peru, Costa Rica, Poland, and Brooklyn). I
publicize him here in Greenwich Village - a British critic in Arena has written, “While his
sculptural works have the biting wit of a brilliant one-liner, his
videos, such as the sublimely funny The
Ugly American are what you’d get it you gave Woody Allen a bag
of chronic and a better therapist.” 2004
December -
In the 2005 Who’s Who in the
World I’m listed
in the section called Arts: Literary. . . .London's New Humanist had me submit an
article about where I stand concerning Bush's re-election - I have
written that I am completely against the present administration and
lament the fact that much of the liberal and progressive legislation of
the recent past now risks being overturned, that in light of the
conservative Supreme Court it may take two to four decades to get our
republic back to its Enlightenment-inspired foundations. . . . The Humanist Heritage Program has
invited me to describe my experiences over a six decade period of the
institutional history of the American Humanist Association - my
critique is filled with barbs - omnium
hellium may brokium loosum when it is published. . . . I raised
hell because The New York Times
took so long to publish an obituary for philosopher Paul Edwards, the eminent compiler
of The Encyclopedia of Philosophy
who kindly wrote this blurb for my book: “Religious fundamentalists
will hate it.” Paul, who wrote the intro for Bertrand Russell’s Why I Am Not A Christian, had just
finished The Confusions of Heidegger
and philosopy professor Tim Madigan
and I had been pressuring him to finish his God and the Philosophers. . . . A
Hunter College student (Diane,
a Sierra Leone gal married to a Columbia U prof of classical Greek) did
a photographed interview with me about my memories of Omaha Beach. . .
. John Wynne, a 14-year-old in
North Carolina, finding on the web that I had known his
great-grandfather, did a two-hour telephoned interview with me. He
correctly had his ancestors’ names, but I was able to add that his Great-grandfather René Picard
had
rosy cheeks, was a commandant in the French Foreign Legion, and headed
the Reims Cathedral’s St. Vincent de Paul, taking me to meet the
Archbishop after I arranged for a ton of food and clothing to be sent
from Iowa farmers to French widows. John was especially amused to hear
that I had taken his grandmother to see Frankenstein and had introduced
her to the U of Virginia major she eventually married. He was
particularly elated that I put his photo up onto the web:
<http://wasm.us/ws_kids.html>. . . . At a New Year’s party in my
building, Harley Davidson guys warned against having the Alice B.
Toklas brownies along with my champagne - on the roof at midnight, over
a dozen of us watched fireworks in distant New Jersey, Brooklyn, and
Queens.
November - On UNESCO’s International Philosophy Day, November 18th, Taslima Nasrin spoke at the University of Lille in northern France and I spoke (humorously about teratology) in Rochester, New York, to faculty and students of five universities and colleges. Taking my statue, Anita Weschler’s The Humanist, I taught two ethics classes and a religion class at St. John Fisher College - photos were immediately put up onto the web, and no students went to sleep. . . .
The
Humanist, my statue created by Anita Weschler, joins Dr. Tim
Madigan's ethics class
October
- Months ago when someone from the Italian government contacted
me about the possibility they might nominate Taslima Nasrin for a UNESCO award, I
responded in the affirmative because she receives many such e-mails. On
October 12th, Taslima (for whom I’m something like an agent, secretary,
and publicity director combined) received word that a committee headed
by Andrés Pastrana Arango,
former President of Colombia, and endorsed by UNESCO Director-General Koïcho Matsuura, had awarded
her the Laureate of the UNESCO-Madanjeet Singh Prize for the Promotion
of Tolerance and Non-Violence. “Wow,” she phoned from Paris, finding it
includes $100,000 cash. We then went on to the next projects: on International Philosophy Day
November 18th, I will be speaking in
Rochester (a humorous talk about teratology) and she will be addressing
philosophers at the University of Lille in northern France. . .
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at St. John Fisher's U in Rochester, New York September - In 1976 when a Presidential Guard pointed his rifle at me, explaining that I couldn’t stand in front of Baby Doc Duvalier’s Presidential Palace in Haiti, I got into a conversation with him and another guard, explaining that my studio had recorded Franz Casseus’s Haitiana with its famous “Mecie bon dieu.” Lima, the bodyguard, brought four other guards to my hotel that evening, I threw a party, and as captain of Haiti’s volleyball team he always stopped to see me when the team passed through New York on its way to European events. Refusing to work for the Aristide government, who knew he was a munitions expert, he was gunned down by ex-priest Aristide’s goons. His body contained 38 bullets. When his brother gave me the news and said that my friend Lima had a wife (separated) and 12-year-old son, Ligardy, in Brooklyn, I got in touch. I since have given the 7th grader a Dell computer on his birthday, took him to the Museum of Natural Science, and tutor him nightly by telephone. A high point was returning a T-shirt his dad once gave me. . . . Françoise Sagan’s obituary in The Times cited Barnard College’s Professor of French Serge Gavronsky, my Bentley student who fled Hitler in 1941 and who has kept in touch since 1949. . . .I dedicated the Sir Arthur C. Clarke plaque at the Hotel Chelsea, receiving plaudits from the manager, Arthur’s agent, Arthur’s biographer, and Arthur himself. I arranged and paid for the entire plaque and ceremony in what will be but a literary footnote. . . . Mensa sent me acknowledgement that I’ve been a continuous member since 1964. . . . August - I have now taught 8th graders in Montevedeo, Uruguay, for a total of three weeks. Their teacher (Monica Methol, my ex-student and a daughter of NCHS Spanish teacher Reyna Piola) assembled them in her school’s language lab, and we communicated by computer using X-Chat Aqua. After class, they play hookey by e-mailing me their pictures and other greetings - I get asked many questions about Britney Spears, Shrek, and Pokémon. . . .Two publishers are considering my book #3, and leading sexologist Vern Bullough has written its foreword. Book #4 will be autobiographical and is about the Variety Recording Studio I founded in 1961 - I’ll relate the important part independent studios played in the development of the music industry then. Book #5 will be in the form of a disc and contain photos of the original correspondence from Russell, Santayana, Schweitzer, Steinbeck, etc., received in my writing Book #1. July
- I got Simon out of
jail and took him, his wife, and 8-year-old daughter on a Norwegian
cruiseliner to Bermuda for a week. Last year I took them to his native
island of Dominica, where he hardly relaxed because he drove 800 miles
around the small island, showing his daughter where he’d lived, gone to
school, hung out, etc. A Stamford cop who works overtime in the jail
(and clocked 400 hours total one month), my ex-student really got to
relax this time. His wife, however, got seasick the first day (we had
15 foot swells, noted by The Royal
Gazette in a front-page story when we arrived. It was my first
cruise - it’s much better for couples than for singles. I ride my bicycle often with Peter Ross, my 39-year-old computer specialist. We have brunch and evening dinner at least once a week. Alone or with Peter, I cover from 50 to 200 blocks at a time. |
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| Where's
the food? |
There's the food! | At The
Park, a snitzy nightclub. |
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| At Eleanor Roosevelt's Statue, 72nd and Riverside Drive | Peter at
72nd and Riverside Drive |
Peter at The
Dakota, where John Lennon was Murdered |
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| Warren at
The Dakota |
Collared at
Bank Rock Bridge in Central Park |
Willow Tree,
Central Park November 2004 |
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| Ligardy, my 12-year-old Brooklyn student, and Peter my
actor-computer wiz. |
Ralph Nader
at Cooper Union - Podium was used by Abe Lincoln |
Larry Kramer
at Cooper Union November 2004 |
