Keep Peeping

I recently stopped by the Times Square Visitors Center to take a peek at the old Peep-O-Rama neon sign, reinstalled in this family-friendly tourist rest stop. Read my Roadside report.

I have strangely fond memories of the old and sleazy Times Square. When I was attending art school, I put in time handing out flyers at the half-price TKTS line, back in the era of such classic shows as “Oh, Calcutta”. My favorite store in New York City in the 80s was The Paradise Bootery (immortalized in Josh Alan Friedman’s Tales of Times Square). And I spent many nights dragging large props along the sleaziest block of all (42nd between Seventh and Eighth) on my way to Chucklehead shows at the West Bank Cafe. No sleazoids ever approached me when I was armed with a giant foam-core Ten-O-Win wheel.