At Greenwich Village’s Café Wha?, an endless list of young ’60s singers and comedians got early chances to hone their talents. Check out the interesting story of Manny Roth, the “Duke of Macdougal Street“ and impresario behind the club.
These were my wild NYU days and I had lots of romantic encounters. My interactions with men in my building, however, were not always so romantic.
I moved to NYC in 1987, and found my first apartment through an ad in The Village Voice—a third floor walk-up, 2 bedroom on the corner of Bleecker & Sullivan, in the heart of the Village. (I had to be told what the “village” was; I was from Michigan for god’s sake.)
A girl’s worst nightmare? “It was the early Seventies, maybe ’72. I was trying to get across town to a party. It was two or three o’clock in the morning and I was staggering around on huge platform shoes….”
‘This car kept circling around and some guy was offering me a ride. I kept refusing, but finally I took the ride because I couldn’t get a cab.”