Fate brought us together by the stage door of the Broadhurst Theater after his performance in “Once Upon A Mattress”. He left that first night saying he had to catch the train. It was the Long Island Railroad that took him to a little apartment above the 24 hours Dunkin Donuts in Port Washington.
He called it his Love Nest but it needed a little work. Before I got there, he barely existed amongst unopened boxes, a queen size mattress, a small desk with a computer, and a small portable tv. When I looked in the frig and saw only a quart of skim milk and radishes he laughed and explained that skimmed milk on ice was his drink of choice and that he threw the radishes out the window to quiet the guys who hung outside the Dunkin’ Donuts late into the night. What else did he need?
After the first visit, every time I drove in from Pittsburgh, I added things: blinds for the windows, IKEA table and chairs in the kitchen, a twin bed sofa for the living room, coffee tables, pillows, lamps, and lots and lots of quilts.
Accompanied by fellow Canadians living in Manhasset, he took great joy in exploring NY. We visited Central Park, SoHo, and all kinds of ethnic neighborhoods. One of our field trips was to Jackson Heights above 74th Street known as Little India where he encouraged me to buy two Indian style outfits, composed of a long tunic called a khameez, loose front tie pants called salwar and topped with a long scarf called an odhni.
These Indian outfits both found their way into my Memory Quilt in addition to a wonderful blue and white pinstripe man’s nightshirt that he gifted to me and a thin wale creme colored corduroy shirt that he worn because he knew I loved the soft feel of the fabric.