I lived with my family in the Hotel Albert, in NYC, mid-1960&#x27;s, thru early 1970&#x27;s. Sometimes of an evening my mother would take my sister, my brother and me to the Cedar Tavern (just around the corner &amp; across the street) for illicit sloe gin fizzes. I ate frog&#x27;s legs for the first time in the restaurant attached to the hotel. I remember early mornings in the lobby, be-gowned drag queens with five o&#x27;clock shadows, &amp; stiletto heels staggering in while I was heading out for school.