A friend sent the following e-mail this morning:

I was probably around 15 years old having dinner with my folks in the City.
Wherever it was we ate, it was near Bleecker Bob's because we passed it on the
way in and I said I wanted to go there after dinner.

So we did. Turned out, my mom and Bob had known each other decades before.
They'd gone to school together in Jersey City, or something along those lines. I
can't remember if I decided to get a record or some poster, but Bob gave it to
me on the house.

As we walked out and headed to the car for the trip back to northwestern NJ, my
mom said something like, "He wanted to sleep with me so bad back in high
school."