I attended Columbia University for one year of graduate study, and for various reasons I was invited to a New Years party in Greenwich Village that year. Along about midnight I hooked up with an attractive girl about my age, and being pretty drunk, we made fools of ourselves. Her parents spirited her away when they got the chance, dammit. I remember her angry mother asking me, "What do you want?" This was surely one of the stupidest questions anyone has ever asked me. Nancy, for that was her name, was the daughter of New Yorker cartoonist Barney Tobey, in town for the holidays from Italy. She was beautiful and clever, way out of my league.
I got to thinking about that evening today, and did some googling, and discovered that she died in an apartment fire in Rome in 2002.
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