“Taffy was my friend, we were competitors but respected each other.”
Taffy’s birthday at her apartment, as told by Taffy. She normally sits at the head of the table (on the right of her as she sits). But that’s her apartment. Hasn’t changed in years.
Celebrating Norman’s 63rd and Taffy’s upcoming 92nd — at L’albatros Brasserie + Bar.
Chapter Six of a short memoir I wrote about Taffy. How she got her name.
A creative writing assignment I wrote about Taffy’s Warehouse (in 1996).