Charlie

Thanks for providing that link to the Eagle homepage--it brought back interesting memories. I was at the opening party for the original Eagle on 21st St, as a result of a brief affair with the manager, so long ago that I can't even remember his name.

Unless I am very much mistaken, that is a CAT!

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For those unfamiliar with Philadelphia, the Kimmel Center is similar to Lincoln Center, in the sense that different performance spaces within it have their own names--eg., the New York Philharmonic performs in David Geffen Hall, which used to be called Avery Fisher Hall. Lincoln Center sold naming rights to the highest bidder, but I doubt that was how Verizon Hall at the Kimmel got renamed for Marian Anderson. (BTW, for what it's worth, my own name is engraved on a glass panel in the now Marian Anderson Hall because of a donation I made at the time of its construction.)

I'll bet it matters to the Kimmels.

That is incorrect. Only the auditorium in the Kimmel Center, which is currently called Verizon Hall, is being renamed for Marian Anderson.

"The road not taken" pretty much sums up my life as much as Frost's.

I don't remember him ever advertising as a masseur before.

I wondered if she bought it before she was a superstar--her first appearance at the Met was at the old opera house on 39th Street.

Take your pick!

World Gym at Vista Chino and Sunrise in Palm Springs used to be a favorite of gay visitors, but it has changed its name to Steel Gym, and I don't know what the situation is there now.

Actually, he joined RentMen in January and listed his address as Edison with travel to Manhattan, but joined RentMasseur one month later and listed only Manhattan. It could mean that he moved from Edison to Manhattan between the two ad postings, or it could mean that he lives in Edison but rents a place to do massage work in Manhattan.

No problem accessing both.

Now there is some multi-fetish appeal!

In the early 1980s we were visiting friends in Geneva, who took us to a favorite restaurant of theirs on a hill above the lake. After lunch, we walked over to the edge of the property and looked down, and John remarked, "Oh. look--there are Joan and Richard in the garden." Sitting in the garden of their chalet were Joan Sutherland and Richard Bonynge. John called out "Joan!" and she looked up and waved back to him. (He knew them, so they weren't offended at being espied.)

I used to walk by the house, hoping she would just happen to emerge one day.

My doctor stuck his finger up my ass last week and poked around, but he said the prostate didn't feel abnormal to him (he is gay, so he has felt his share of normal prostates). But he still wants me to have various tests to find out what has been causing some recent discomfort in my abdomen.

I knew two people who made that choice last year, both in their 90s, whose partners had died during the pandemic, and who both had medical conditions that were making the remainder of their lives miserable.

I was about to say exactly the same thing!!

You can still buy their package of individually wrapped "Mini Crumb Cakes," of which I am quite fond for a quick breakfast on my way to the tennis court.

A year ago I traded in my old Mercedes SUV for a new Nissan Rogue, and I have no regrets. It is comfortable, handles well, gets good gas mileage, has all the new tech but the controls are very easy for me to understand and use, and it cost me about $35K. Check out the reviews for it on Consumer Reports, which recommends it.

My parents and grandparents all died natural deaths, but of different kinds. My maternal grandfather died at 55 of an apparently congenital heart condition, which seems to have affected some other family members in every generation--one of my younger cousins died of it at 30--but since I have no sign of it, I consider him really irrelevant to my prediction. My father was in excellent shape until he suddenly developed acute leukemia at 72 and died within four months of diagnosis; I suspect that it was the result of working unprotected for years with certain chemicals, since no one else in the family has ever had it. It is kind of a rogue cause, but of course I could also die of something unexpected like that (I thought about that a lot during the early days of the AIDS epidemic). My grandmothers both died of medical conditions--tuberculosis and diabetes--when they were younger than I am now. My paternal grandfather died of kidney failure, but he was already long past the expected age of death for someone born in 1870. My mother, on the other hand, was successfully cured of both colon cancer and breast cancer in her 70s and 80s, and died simply of old age at 102. I think I am most likely to be like her, though I really do not want to live that long (and neither did she).

As best I can remember, there was a large gathering space inside the entrance with chairs and tables (the baths were in the basement of a hotel in the West 70s), and as long as one wore at least a towel covering one's privates, one could sit there to watch the performer, who sometimes walked around among the audience. There was no stage, but there was a raised platform for the performer. I don't remember musicians, so the music must have been recorded. As you can imagine, my attention wasn't always solely on the performance.

She wouldn't have been working the Continental then if she were already a star.

I didn't know that Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin were born on the same day, or that the 13th Dalai Lama was born on the same day as my grandmother.