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Nooky and me.

In the Fall of 1978 I started a job in programming for a local PBS affiliate out of Plattsburgh, New York.

Our goal was simple: edutainment with a splash of whimsy. In one night Nooky and I came up with the biggest kids show to hit the East coast: NOOKY COOK LOOKS AT KOOKY BOOKS.

You know the expression, “From little acorns mighty oaks grow”? Well god damn did it grow. Suddenly we were rocking a 3.0 in the demographics, kids were telling the socks on Sesame Street to take a fucking hike and I was pumping fists with the biggest wigs in public broadcasting.

But before all that, it was just Nooky and me.

When I met her she went by the name Lydia Nookidarrow. She was waiting tables at a real dive on the pier called Slappy's Pizza. Don't bother looking for it, place burned down in '87 as did most of the pier. City rebuilt and gentrified the whole damn area. Real ritzy these days. They've got a new place there called the Naked Turtle. Can you believe that? Fucking people will name a restaurant anything and Yuppies will flock there.


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I think we've all been there at least once in our life. When sparks fly. When opposites attract. When the world opens up and swallows you whole and all you can think about is this one person. You can't even breathe anymore and the thought of them and you is just the best and brightest thing you can imagine. That was how it went with Nooky and me.

We left Slappy's and lurched down Bathurst to a four storey brownstone. Like every building in the area the place was rundown and wrecked, but cheap. It felt perfect. It felt like home.

We made love by the neon light of the Chinese grocers across the street. Sex was pleasure but this was something else entirely.

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