I was living in New York City in the Village with my very young daughter, newly divorced, alone, and quite broke. Christmas was going to be meager, or so I thought at the time, which was around 1970.
I barely had any friends in the city but around December, I met John and we quickly became friends. John was from England, kind of an offbeat free spirit and reminded me of the Beatles, who, at the time, were very popular, having recently visited New York. I would take walks and have long talks with John, who like me, seemed somewhat of a loner.
My most recent graphic design job had ended with a layoff, as had many advertising jobs around that time. Freelance graphics jobs were fewer and farther between. My financial situation required frugality, to say the least.
So Christmas Eve found me alone with my daughter, just glad to be with her. At some point there was a buzz at the door, and after buzzing back, and a bit of wait to see who it was (I lived in a 2nd floor walk up), John appeared, and with him a magnificent Scotch Pine, having dragged it through the streets of Manhattan, when some tree seller threw it out. We put it up and I had a tree, a friend and a Christmas filled with warmth and cheer, as well as spirit. I’ll never forget that Christmas, or John—who since then has enjoyed many Christmas’ with my daughter and I.


I was on a first date in New York City and we decided to go to a restaurant in Brooklyn so we got on the subway in Manhattan to head down to Brooklyn. We knew what stop that we needed to get off at but not how far the stop was. We sat on the subway and waited for our stop to arrive but it turns out that the stop we needed wasn’t operating that night so we decided to just ride the subway all the way to Coney Island. It was late and cold out and when we arrived at Coney Island there was nobody around. We walked around on the board walk for a while and decided to go down and walk on the sand. We stopped at a bench to take our shoes off and then ran down onto the sand to go stand by the water. The city lights across the water and the lights of the rides were beautiful reflected in the water and the sky was so pretty too. We dipped our feet in the freezing water and ran back out laughing and screaming about how cold it was. To warm up we stood there by the water and then hugged then he kissed me. It was the best first date I ever had.