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After the screwy session with Press TV, I felt rather like crap yesterday, so I stopped into McGlinchey's for a couple of pints. Next thing I knew, I was at Frank's, where I saw my old friend, Lowry. I have written about Lowry in the New York Times. I also saw Ken, whom I had seen maybe once in 15 years. Ken's father had just died, he said. Ken is one of the sweetest, most mellow and dignified people I've ever met.

A guy to my right was eating some general tso's chicken, while a man to my left asked, "Why do women take longer to do everything?" Later he introduced me to his wife, whom he called a genius.

Sheila was behind bar. I've written about Sheila in a poem, published in American Tatts. Sheila is the one-woman force behind a great charity, Sunshine Arts. It's simply amazing, what she's doing.

A middle-aged guy said to the general tso's chicken dude, "It's never one sided. Both sides must take the blame in any divorce." About fifteen minutes later, I overheard him say to a younger woman, "So when are we going to have sex?" Laughing, I turned to General Tso, "Did you hear that? He's going to blame whatever happens next on his wife too."

By this time, I was feeling pretty good, hence the photos above. I had just met them, and they had just met each other, but alcohol is such a lubricant, all was goofily fine.


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