Well, I went to Chelsea. I did not go to the cafe. I did not blog. Change of plans. I spent time with two great men and rode in a lot of taxis and had two fabulous meals. …
I don’t want to go to Chelsea.
Actually, that is completely untrue. The title of this post is a line taken from an Elvis Costello tune that I remember from my college days. (My sophomore roomie at Northwestern was a punk music fan.) The truth is that I am very excited about going to Chelsea (New York's West Village) for a day. I will be there for only several hours. I went on-line to find the perfect cafe to hang out and read or write in, and I picked out a place. Or maybe I will just walk around a bit. …