Back in the 1980s no one other than Rockets Red Glare was fat and these days he might pass for husky.
We loved he nightlife.
New York was the capitol of the world.
Every place else on Earth was second-rate, except for Paris and Pattaya.
Both those cities knew sin.
However New York could mix bowling with sex, drugs, and rock n roll at the University Lanes in the Village run by Alan Platt.
The girls were beautiful.
We knew their names.
Especially Wendy.
We will always have the University Lanes and Paris.
Forever, although we never bowled in the City of Light.
ps my best game was a 187 and I was beaten by John Conti who scored a 199.
