Underground celebrities I have almost known

Tayor Mead lived in the building next door to the one Bill and I shared on Ludlow Street. We'd see him once in a while in the courtyard in back feeding a stray cat. Observing classic New York sensibilities, we mostly ignored him, but we did meet at a party once. I was with my friend Dennis. We recognized him immediately of course and I took the opportunity to introduce myself. "Hi, Taylor, " I said, "I'm Joe..." Before I could finish, and wagging that great sleepy head, he said in the exact dour tone of voice that Jerry Seinfeld used decades later when greeting Newman, "Hello... Joseph." Dennis cracked up. I went to get a drink.