Premable: I had just left “Covenant House” on 42nd street - where I was a volunteer counselor for teen runaways and “throw-away” street kids. My short time there was not what I had hoped and I was reprimanded on more than one occasion for “proselytizing”. I realized back then as I do now that these wonderful, wounded street kids needed more than just food in their stomach’s and a place to stay, as important as those things are. They needed JESUS. Anyway, when I left Covenant House I was dejected about going back home with my tail between my legs, but then I remembered a musician back home mentioning an incredible place called “The Lambs Club”. (thanks Bill Lambert!)
When I looked it up in the yellow pages I found it was only 2 blocks away! So, I entered the building and looking like a lost pup, I was greeted by a beautiful (inside and out) girl who showed me around the Lambs, introducing me to an interesting mix of creative Christian actors, musicians, etc. Liz also became a mentor to me in surviving the streets of NYC. My Mom (and brother) fell in love with her. Not hard to do.
Here she is tickling the ivories at the Lambs piano.