From Allen Simon and Yolanda Pessina:
The last time we saw Taffy was in October of last year. Yolanda and I live in Manhattan, and when Hurrican Sandy hit New York, we lost power and running water in our building for a number of days. On the fifth day without power, we found what must have been the last available auto to rent on the island, and we drove west to Cleveland. On the way, we became reacquainted with luxuries like running water and electricity at a Comfort Inn in Pennsylvania.
In Cleveland, we did a number of things, including calling up Taffy and going to dinner with her at Nighttown. The problem with relating anything after the fact about a visit with someone like Taffy is that you are having so much fun in the moment that the time flies and you only remember highlights. But what I remember was that we entertained her with our stories about Hurricane Sandy, and she told us about how she once organized a party (I think it was a birthday party) for the newspaper columnist, Windsor French, where she arranged for the exotic dancers from the Roxy Theater on Short Vincent Avenue, next to her store in The Arcade, to be the entertainment. Conversation turned to the upcoming Presidential Election, and Taffy said that she was going to have people over to her apartment to watch the results on television. Stories and laughter were traded back and forth. It was a magical evening, and as it turned out, it was the last time we saw Taffy.