A couple days later, we had breakfast with Quentin Crisp. For about two hours, we conversed with Mr. Crisp over breakfast at a coffee shop near his home. He is exactly as one imagines -- vivacious, with floppy hat, purple hair, umbrella -- and after more than eight decades on the planet, holder of much articulate wisdom.
The rest of the trip, we wandered the streets of New York, shopped, looked for rats, at fantastic pizza, went out for coffee with various folks, rode the subway, went to the MoMA, and all those other things ya can't do in the midwest. Many thanks to our several hosts in New York City, without whom our trip would have been impossible.
Quentin Crisp with Larry-bob
The Stage of Wigstock '90.