![]() "We just saw Erica Jong!" I cried, before spinning around to watch the spotlight roll away. Play icon The triangle icon that indicates to play Was I mistaken? Or did her electric blue eyes twinkle a spark at me? What the hell-I raised my hand and gave her the Girl Scout salute. ![]() She was a heroine! A witch! A genius! A destroyer of civilization! A castrator! A siren! A blond! She was a woman of such fame and wit, of such wicked literary prowess, that a spotlight seemed to be shining upon her, pouring and spilling down around her like honey as she walked toward us. We'd just turned up 44th Street when-we spotted our first New York celebrity! Having then unpacked, and donning a pair of banana-colored cowgirl boots, mistress and dog set forth on their first New York adventure. The highlight of this abode-aside from the wonderful fact that it was located beneath a family of gypsies-was that it possessed dirt floors where my dog, a cattle dog of exceptional beauty (she possessed the face of Diane Keaton) could bury her bones in the living room. ![]() My dog and I left Ennis, Montana, my home for 20 years, at midnight, September 30, 1982, and drove like banshees to New York City, where we rented an apartment for $400 a month. ![]()
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