. . . with a wonderful vignette about life in Greenwich Village in
the 1950s. She's responding to my
aside about how touristy the Village is today.
I still miss the Village from the fifties. I LOVED being there. I was
naive, very young, and wide-eyed. My uncle and I wandered around all
night: looked at books, ate food that my mom would have been upset
about, even went into jazz bars, and there were many! Folk songs were
just starting to become popular, and Washington Square was where people
put on free shows in the hopes of luring customers into coffee houses.
I never lived there, but I spent many weekends. Clothesline art! I
was supposed to be keeping my recently widowed uncle company. The two of
us went to bizzare parties from Village Independent Democrats that made
the party scene from Breakfast at Tiffany's look tame. Met people who
belonged on the Long John Nebel show. Discovered Jules Feiffer before
anyone at my high school. It was GLORIOUS.
