One is coming soon to the Westbury Plaza in Garden City on Long Island.
Dice had just finished a stand-up show in Westbury, and his manager phoned to tell him Woody Allen wanted a meeting.
“When we got to Westbury and he went on, there was no seat for me,” wrote Tarshis.
Her heart was sad enough at the thought of the nine months' absence, for at Westbury there were no short vacations.
The big key fitted the back door, and we followed Mr. Westbury.
There was just one way to do it, Westbury said, which was to saw through the floor up-stairs and take them out.
It was my opinion that Westbury was a genius, and he has since proved it.
Mrs. Westbury had wisdom enough not to make her claim at all onerous.
Westbury was in that crowd, and for the moment our friendship was in grave danger.
It is simply as yet another curious by-product of our Case that I am speaking of Westbury.