I never saw anyone using drugs at the old Gate, although we all knew Bob was a regular user. None of the people with whom I worked when I was there did any of that stuff. Hell, I didn't even drink -- never did and still don't. Bartenders used to provide me with lemonades, dressed up with a cherry, when audience members wanted to buy me a drink. I assume they were charged for an alcohol-laced beverage, of course, as generous customers always were when I sang in the cocktail lounge of the Park Lane Hotel in Toledo (circa 1954 or 5), my first paid gig. My discomfort among boozers may be part of the reason I decided to give up singing in bars altogether. The Exodus in Denver was among my last such adventures (1960), and I don't even remember whether or not they sold booze there. I shared that gig with Judy Collins and spent all my free time back in the Green Room teaching her songs I'd learned in England and Scotland. Very pleasant memories.
    Sandy