I got my copy of Keith Richards' Run Run Rudolph from Broadway Al at Village Oldies at the corner of Bleecker and MacDougal December 2, 1978. Bleecker Bob's was out of stock. My copy didn't have a picture sleeve, just a generic torn white wrapper, their last copy I was told. A night of discoveries for me that had me, and my high school girlfriend Kathy, meeting the bookends of Punk Rock. Later on that night someone introduced us to legendary street singer David Peel in Washington Square Park. His underground classic had its debut in 1968. Later on, as we were strolling down St. Mark's Place,  we ran into Sid Vicious & two lady friends. Actually, we had a bit of a run in with him at Punk boutique Manic Panic. Sid was the face of Punk Rock 1978.  To escape Mr. Vicious, we walked up to The Entermedia Theater on East 12th at 2nd Ave. where there was a crowd building for The Nova Convention - a sort of intergalactic tribute to the writer William S. Burroughs featuring the usual suspects -John Cage, Patti Smith, John Giorno, Allen Ginsberg, Anne Waldman... It was a hot ticket (and completely Sold Out!) as Keith Richards was supposed to play too. There was a hand written sign on the door - "Keith (Richards) will not be playing tonight! Sorry!" The light from the overhead marquee was so intensely bright you could actually feel heat from it, everything under it looked like broad daylight. We hung out awhile, then left. Frank Zappa replaced Keith that night. And Monday, back at School, no one believed that we'd met the infamous Sid Vicious. Until later that night. Sid made Eyewitness News for assaulting Patti Smith's brother with a beer bottle at a nightclub sometime after we ran into him in the City. That was what was so amazing about NYC in the seventies. All those linked energy fields and sub-cultural cross currents intersecting. Everyone and everything was accessible. Overlapping. Maybe a tiny bit dangerous. And fun. Anyway - Merry Christmas to all!