Thoughts On Inspecting A Navel
September, 1954
One simmering Summer night, at the big Broadway saloon called the Hurricane, I was almost blinded by something that shone, glistened, and sparkled from the navel of a gal named Leticia.I told myself then and there that the first night I had nothing to do I must go backstage and inspect that shiny object in the navel, and inspect the navel too.(By coincidence, the very next night I had nothing to do.)I suppose you think that when you want to make a date with a navel on Broadway, especially a prom...
