As hot as it was today, I passed Georgetown Cupcake and there, as usual was a line of tourists. I counted them, fourteen of them standing this blazing sun, waiting to to get in and have the experience of Buying a famous cupcake in Our Nation’s Capital. It’s like going to Lourdes. Not any cupcake but a Georgetown Cupcake. “On our vacation we go to Washington and ee the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument and the Martin Luther King Memorial and Georgetown Cupcake.” For some people, it’s a bucket list. Nothing holds back a person on a mission. What I love about it is that it’s like a quest. Things you’ve got to do. That was exactly how my brother and I would feel, going to the Taft hotel in mid-century Manhatton to witness the great Charley Drew playing his sleazy piano and leading the singing. He had little wooden hammers on tables so you could keep time. He called them “knockers” and that was so racy – so dangerous. . .his naughty ditties were called “songs teacher never taught.” They were categorized by a world never seen before or since: “risque’. Oh. They were people who would beg Charlie to sing the risque’ songs . . .and all I can remember of Manhattan was the Holland Tunnel, Empire State Building and Carley Drew at the Taft. Mecca. It’s in my book – the thing about a piano bar is when you go into that world you make a memory. And when you go to Georgetown Cupcake, right down the street, practically next door to Georgetown Cupcake is Georgetown Piano Bar. So many stories in TIPS, I can’t remember them. And these aren’t in there. But stuff like that? It’s in the book.