Sheila, simply say the word.

I feel as if the signs and symbols portend great things, smaller covens meet across this great nation, only to fortell the gathering that will be.

One co-worker, Roger, (god-rest-his-soul) pulled me aside, said, “I’ll take you someplace you’ll like.”

Took me to Marie’s Crisis in the village–as I recall Christopher St. stop, up the stairs, around the corner, down the stairs. (Now some of you wouldn’t like it, show-tunes played on a spinet piano around which the bar is built.) As it happened, it was a Tuesday night, there were three “customers” in the bar, of which we were two. Roger said, “It’s usually much busier.” I said, “I don’t care, I love it!” There was a waiter known as “the diva” who sang Ava Gardner’s “Show Boat” songs in the original key, falsetto!” We plied the piano player with dollars to play our favorites. I bought Roger Rusty Nails on the company dime. I’ll never forget it. I loved having the bar to “myself.”

We’ve been back to visit, nothing approximates that first visit. We’ve been there on weekend nights when the place is crammed with show people, straight couples and gay-boys singing “The Sound of Music” at the top of our lungs, we’ve been there on quieter nights, but it is a must visit every time we go.