The List: 1981 (Part 1)

Sixty-seven young women entered 1981 with me on their list. As I implied earlier I’ve always refered to 1981 as the “Summer of Love.” Admittedly making love, especially in my case, was a very poor euphemism for engaging in sexual intercourse but I don’t think those 100,000 hippies in ’67 were any more authentic in their summer of “making love, not war.” In any case and for what its worth, I present the list for the first half of 1981:

#69 was certainly risky business cuz she dated one of my superiors at City Hall; #71 stood out due to her age which I would estimate as, maybe, 49 … I was just with her brother – now 70 – in Lancaster last weekend … she lived in Brooklyn when I knew her and has now returned to her roots in the south; #72 is memorable because of the way Woody Kleinhaus described the way me and her looked – to him at least – upon seeing us sitting on the couch when he entered early one morning, we were holding hands and her beautiful ebony complexion, in contrast to my fingers caused him to comment – “I thought I was looking at piano keys”; #73 was the daughter of an Olympic immortal; #74 was The Rose (more in a future post); interestingly #75 was treated to her requisite foreplay at Sleepy Hollow, legendary home of Brian Smith; #76 was the sister of an ABA/NBA All-Star (more in a future post).

So, as we made the pivot of the year at the 340 Club I was halfway through my personal Summer of Love.