If there's one thing experience has taught me, it's that nobody believes a word I say. And yet I am the most honest of men! There seems to be something inherently untrustworthy about my affect.
So I am compelled to present proof (above) that the KGB Bar is indeed a Communist dive and proud of it.
Marianne and I drove up to NYC last night for the Fantastic Fiction at KGB monthly reading, this one featuring Linda Addison and Gregory Frost. An evening of booze and literature in a small but funky bar crammed with serious literary types (such as writer Richard Bowes, above right, listening to Linda read). What's not to love?
To the left is Linda herself, looking candlelit and authorial. Not pictured is Gregory Frost, because I didn't take any interesting snaps of him. Except for the one in the stuffed-toy-tiger hat, smirking. But I don't post undignified photos of friends. Anyway, it came out blurry.