When I got inside they didn't have a table ready, so they asked me for my name. "Jim", I said. It was noisy, and the hostess repeated, "Kim?". I shook my head. Can't she tell? I'm a dude, like the guy who just bumped into me acknowledged. She gave me her pad to write it down, so I wrote J I M, and then she immediately turned around and went off somewhere. I thought, that was dumb, I should have given her any name. What difference does it make? Jim, Kim… I'll take any name as long as I get a table. A few minutes later I heard my name called out over a loudspeaker in the lobby. Table for Tim, she said.
Best photo I have of Bernie Kelly. You'd love him, and he'd love you.