Time at 9 East 71st Street was great times. The conversation was great times. You could, as great times demand, get anything you whimmed for, whimsically. If you were Noam Chomsky, you could spend time with a great artist, Woody Allen.
Woody Allen was never at 9 East 71st Street without his wife, Soon-Yi Previn. His wife of how many years? Twenty-seven. Woody’s real name? His given name? Allen Stewart Konigsberg.
Remember, sil-vous-plait, Bob Dylan’s given, God given? name, and blame, stain of shame, was Robert Zimmerman. Ramblin’ Jack Elliot’s? Elliott Charles Adnopoz.
Ramblin’ Jack, wandering back, and then at 94, being alive pondering aback, styles slack, does wander into Auschwitz, as if an Auchincloss, avoiding the fuzz, who shot the sheriff, but did not kill the deputy.
Ramblin’ Jack is still alive!
Jeffrey Epstein, not so much.
Spam of Human Affection 
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