Among my favorite stories Di told involves her being abandoned at a party in the Bronx around 3am with no way back home to the Village. Dark night and in the worst part of town all alone.
From the kindness of a local fishmonger unloading his truck on his rounds, she acquired a large fresh fish. With her new friend comfortably set upon her miniskirted lap, she took the dark and dangerous subway back home, secure that nobody will mess with her.
That’s Di, brave, creative and not at the least concerned to plumb the depths of the absurd in another noble cause.