Picture missing! Where it went I know not!
Regardless of the fact that I have walked down Bleecker Street pretty much every day of my entire adult life, I learned from someone here in the comments section that Bleecker Street has a “c” in it. Who knew?? (I can’t remember who it was and I can’t find it now, I’m sorry, or I would totally give you credit for enlightening me! You knew!)
This is an original advertisement for the recently deceased Gian-Carlo Menotti’s opera The Saint of Bleecker Street which proves the spelling. But I checked a street sign when I went out and sure, enough, it’s BleeCker.
Meanwhile, in my life, this poltergeist chapter is still kicking butt, and I’m thinking I will not make a drumming gig tonight. I’m in an all-percussion band called the Manhattan Samba Group. But what can I say, I like to stay in at night.
Oh god. Just kill me now, I suppose.