Tuesday, September 30, 2008
a letter written on a Sunday
I met KT at modern dance classes she taught in a Valley Stream basement. In 1959, I followed her to Saturday classes she gave in Manhattan from 10:00 to 1:00... at a studio on Sixth Avenue across from Radio City Music Hall. On Friday afternoons, I assisted with classes she still taught in Valley Stream. Every Saturday, after my class, I would go to have lunch at the same Schrafft's on the corner of 49th Street. I would have the same well-done hamburger and chocolate coke. I loved it so much there that when my family came to the city to see a show, they ate in a restaurant they chose and I left them to dine alone in Schrafft's. In the later years, KT moved the classes to her studio on 8th Avenue and 56th Street. The old building is still there today, unlike the first location which was torn down about 40 years ago. And the little space that housed my beloved Schrafft's vanished forever as well.
I never missed dance class and one Saturday I was absent because I had a terrible cramps. It is not surprising to me that KT concluded I had a "cold." I seemed to always have colds and to this day I get a few every year. So when I missed class, KT sent me this letter and it remains with me today. It was typed on blue stationary, which did not translate well in the scan.