Thursday, May 18, 2017

Schulenberg's Page: New York, Part CX

Tony Favello at the Seville Restaurant, 10/20/1967.
Text and Illustrations by ©Bob Schulenberg

The autumn of 1967
— demonstrations against the Vietnam War everywhere, President Johnson escalating the conflict and sending more young men to fight!

Tony Favello and Gary Van Kirk and I went to dinner at the Seville Restaurant and talked about the terrible wet Fire Island summer we'd shared which didn't help our mood.

And on St. Mark's Place tourists were arriving to check out the emerging scene in the East Village which was still ungentrified, dirty and populated with a lot of people on drugs.
Visitors from the South waiting for a cab on St. Mark's Place having visited The Electric Circus  — with silver stockings and one mirror shoe clip.
"Give me Librium or give me meth" was scrawled on the sculpture in Cooper Square.
The contrast was noticeable!

The next day I met with Jerry Proctor, a UCLA fraternity brother who had also moved east.
He had introduced me to Julie Tarachow and George Hoover, who were now engaged to be married.  We met for drinks at Dorrian's Red Hand just around the corner from my apartment.
I was still doing illustrations of ABC television shows for George but aside from being a business associate, he and Julie and I had become friends.
Later, I met my old friend Fred Fagan for dinner at Jeanne's Patio, a small simple restaurant downtown.
On Sunday I was invited to go for a drive with Tony and Gary. Deep down was the subtle yearning for someplace to go on weekends — a place totally different from Fire Island. We ended up in a woodsy area near a place called Boonton in New Jersey. We were close to the city but it felt like we were a million miles away. PERFECT!
Monday night I met Peter Goldfarb and Blair Sabol for dinner at Chauveron restaurant. Peter worked with NBC and had a worldly sense of humor and I thought that he and Blair would be a good fit and together would be fun to spend an evening with.
Peter Goldfarb talking about Patricia Murphy's Candlelight Restaurant and Blair thinking about Robert Day Dean's Restaurant.
We felt like spies in this somewhat pretentious French restaurant full of very bourgeois people. But it was French enough that it reminded me of Paris. And dinner was delicious!
It was an uneventful week but pleasant and an escape from the reality of all of the violence that was happening in Vietnam and seeping into the life of the city.
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