Jaysus, Mick, I'd give my eye teeth to have jined up in one of your...er, his... adventures back then. Broadway has vecome so civilized any more, the only place you find anything interesting is the Greyhound Station. Last time I was there, I picked up a wandering international busker gal, and we had a grand weekend.
Of course my wife gets to pick the location of our home, Rapaire. I always let her have her way on the small stuff, like home, jobs, schools, when to buy a new car. That way I get to conserve my horsepower for the important decisions, like who should be allowed to join the Common Market, and what NATO should do next -- topics I am more qualified to judge than she.