Six weeks or so before, I went dancing there. Swing dancing up at the club at the top, “Windows On The World”. Years before, my friend Ronnie was turned away from the place because he was wearing jeans (before they found out he’d brought Andy Warhol with him). But in the years since then the admission guidelines must have become less severe, as by 2000 or so even us cheapskate swing dancers were allowed up. Swing dancers, at least when I was one, were notorious for not buying enough drinks. Getting shitfaced made it difficult to safely Lindy Hop. But it was a perfect scene for me to go out and have some fun with people, without feeling too left out for not drinking, as I was still in relatively early sobriety then.