Downtown in summer just before punk exploded, we walked 7th Avenue around Christopher Street past the leather bars. He was so tall, he took two steps for my every one. I was leaving the city for grad school. We had one last night together. Without telling me where we were going, he stopped outside the restaurant where we met the year before. “Oh,” I said, “you’re taking me to Christy’s?!” Just at that minute a bag lady appeared. “Hold onto that man” she told me, “he’s crazy about you.” Without waiting for a reply, she walked off into the night.
Elisabeth Weiss is a writer and teacher and lives in Marblehead, Massachusetts. Find Elisabeth online at elisabethaweiss.com.