I saw Tony Bennett last night. I was coming out of my therapist’s office in the Village and started walking down the street, and across the street I saw Tony Bennett standing on the front stoop of a brownstone. He was just standing there, wearing a suit, facing forward and smiling, looking totally at ease, talking with a couple of people who were standing on the lower steps. He seemed to be holding court.

I don’t know what he was doing there. I’ve seen functions going on in the living room of that brownstone before. I think it’s owned by an organization.

This was actually the second time I’ve seen Tony Bennett. The first time was in 1996. I was walking into the men’s room at the Art Institute of Chicago and he was walking out.

If this temporal and geographic pattern holds true, I will next see Tony Bennett in November 2020 in the middle of the Atlantic.