What the "I-wish-he-was-my-boyfriend" 20 years my senior, alcoholic, eye-opening, life changing, insufferable, insane, fanatically honest, painter, writer and drinking buddy said to me in 1980. And who, in his generous way, invited me to understand I was not a disco barfly girl, but in fact someone who sought to express a perception of the nature I saw around me.
Sweating It Out: Life in the Village Before Air Conditioning
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Long before the soft hum of a window unit or the whisper-cool breezes of
central air, residents of Greenwich Village and the East Village faced the
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