I can remember in 1965 going on a choir tour (those were the days) of New England, and daringly spending an evening (in my school blazer, which got me commented on by a very nice whore, I wince to think of it) in clubs in Greenwich Village and the next week going to see people in the burgeoning Toronto Village (Yorkville). I felt that was some sort of crossborder triumph.

yours,

Peter T.