Manhattan may still be THE PLACE TO BE but in the 80”s , wow, it was going off. Keith Herring was Jonesying up the subway stations, Basquiat, Warhol, House of Fields, Club Area, Paradise Garage, the Mud Club; Talking about cool, Sue and I shared a philosophy and an aestheticand I was intensely compelled to get “it” out
there. Admittedly, Sue thought this was kind of crazy; nonetheless about a year into my browbeating she doodled a caricature on a bevnap of a friend who worked at a bar we were having drinks at after work. I snatched it up and within twenty-four hours named it Fido.
