Adam and I discovered Bar 89 on my first visit to New York. We were exploring SoHo, and stopped in for a drink that turned into two. After a long conversation, much laughter, and a visit for each of us to the unique Bar 89 bathrooms (unisex, clear glass doors that fog when you step inside), we stopped into the Alex Beard studio just down the block. Alex, a painter, had moved back to Manhattan after Hurricane Katrina and opened a working studio in SoHo (he has since moved back). We visited with him for quite a while, discussing the intersection of art, science, and religion. One of his hand-colored lithographs now hangs in Adam's apartment.
Since that first visit, many a pleasant hour has been spent in Bar 89. Whenever anyone visits Adam, it is only of question of when--not if--they will go to Bar 89.
Back to today. The man in the photo above is Miles, the Bar 89 doorman (it's kind of a swanky place). He is a dear man and somehow manages to remember our names (he calls me Mom but that's not cheating as far as I'm concerned). This visit included Jason Miller, as is often the case when I am in town.
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