Jamie flew in last night and we didn't dawdle long before walking downtown to "Avenue C", site of the festive "Sunburnt Cow" in the lower East Village. Part of the fun was walking past "community gardens" that the local residents use to turn around their drug-addled lives by working in locked, gated off plots of land to no real purpose. Recycling is encouraged, with posted requests for "composte" - that term specificaly including coffee grounds and wigs. Wigs!
We met the Lost Boys- Eastern division- at the Summit Bar, boardering the Sunburnt Cow, which Tom Wasson and his chums seem to have the run of. They are an energetic group of young lads who live six stories above the Bar, and surprised Jamie and me by making their entrance onto the back patio via the building's fire escape.
Besides Tom, we had drinks with John Palladino, and Sebastian, both from Spokane, and "Guy" who works for the Huffingtn Post. Afterwards we climbed the winding front stairs and celebrated still being alive with shots of a mysterious, gray Mexican liquor that Tom apparently keeps on hand for such occasions. Then John and Sebastian played a soccer game in the 4 x 5 foot apartment and Jamie and I fled for dinner in Chinatown at "The Fat Radish".
Tom and his friend Maggie will babysit Charley tomorrow night if they pass Katey's written quiz and also answer three Dr. Seuss riddles.
Clay
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