December 28th, 1972

I remember one day in New York, Mr. Ira met me for lunch. We went down Fifth Avenue and had drinks at the bar at Top ‘O The Sixes. I went into the men’s room and he came up behind me and put his arms around me and kissed me on the back of the neck. I was very high. 

One day I met him at lunch on the steps of the St. Patrick’s and he had a rose for me. He took me for lunch to a Japanese restaurant. 

I kept the rose on my desk. I still have it– in an envelope from E.S. McCann.