I used to drink at the Limelight Cafe (where I ran up a tab of over $1,000 before they noticed it and stopped me).
|LIMELIGHT CAFE, GREENWICH VILLAGE 1954 --|
BRUCE HAACK, ME AND FRIEND
Anyway, he hung out there too and we were on a nodding basis, and, when enough beers went down, we had conversations of no importance.
I can't remember any of them.
When I ran into him here at the Pier House Beach Club in 1986 I told him that when I came home from working at Birdland around 4:00 a.m. (in '59 or '60), I'd emerge from the subway at Sheridan Square...there was an Israeli coffee shop across from the subway entrance. It was always crowded at that hour from all the drinkers from the bars that had just closed. There was a huge plate glass window running the length of it, and in the winter it was all frosted up and you couldn't really see inside. But I knew when Shel was there, because he would always sit at the same table, and there was a spotlight over the table shining directly down on his bald head, and it would cause a glow on the frosted window.
...and that's my Shel story. What's yours?