Treat yourself. Saturday night with the New York City blues for these dark times. Before the recent unpleasantness, on the last Thursday night of the month, whenever I could I would go to the Greenwich Village bohemian bar, The 55, at 55 Christopher St, where time’s stood still. As best I can tell, since I moved to New York. Fay Victor would be there. And I pray Fay Victor shall return. This is her, courtesy my cellphone, and why. And with Marvin Sewell, mon dieu.