First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erotic club. And second, what can I say? I'm a night owl.

First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erotic club. And second, what can I say? I'm a night owl.

We're not going to be bullied. We'd rather have a strip club there than put up 16 condos instead of 9. We've been dealing with it so far, let's take it to federal court.

My first job at Gleason's Bar in Cleveland was $800 a week, when I was making $92 a week with overtime at the automobile plant.

After we left the dock, it turned into a strip club.

That was our first time together. Interesting, an interesting experience, but not earth-shaking. But then, I never expected it to be earth-shaking, not with him.

What I was determined to avoid was emotional entanglement. A passing fling was one thing, an affair of the heart quite another.

Of myself I was fairly sure. I was not about to lose my heart to a man about whom I knew next to nothing.