"So maybe I would have reverently greeted this Queen. My Queen. Maybe he would have ignored me in a regal and sweeping fashion."

Miss Crisp was many things, as I learned when I actually DID cross his path in NYC in the early 90s when he was splitting his time between the east and west coast. But one thing he would never do was ignore someone who recognized him, especially if he sniffed out the slightest possibility of a free cocktail. 🤣

He even put up with my ramblings and the rather shocking realization that while I gathered he was famous for something, I wasn't entirely clear on the details.

I was very clear, however, that the sherry was on me, which quite melted social inhibitions on his part when I ran into him at the 13th St LGBT center and we set off for a stroll around the Village.

(Quentin had a passing acquaintance with my partner Lenny, who introduced us one afternoon while we sitting in the garden at the Center. This began a casual friendship that involved lots of mutual storytelling and the not insignificant consumption of inebriating (but never inexpensive) spirits.)