The City that Never Sleeps… Could be the mattress! Now that tickles my funny bone.
Monthly Archives: August 2013
Go Figure.
Returning to the City on a red-eye flight from Portland, Oregon means I land at JFK at 6 am on 8/20. By the time I am home to my abode, it is time for a nap and after that I get up and go to the Post Office for the gathering of my mail-on-hold. As …
Rope Enough…
{from the new york times. their words, my pictures} Ms. Genger, 34, has delivered her largest and most labor-intensive work yet, a public sculpture in Madison Square Park called “Red, Yellow and Blue.” On view through Sept. 8, it’s made of 1.4 million feet of hand-crocheted lobster-fishing rope, which she has used to create three towering enclosures, each painted …
Again, What Are The Chances
Am sitting in a car on the subway train that is being held at the station. While a train is being held, the doors are always left open. This allows for comings and goings as folks change their minds about being delayed. It’s 1:30 in the afternoon, and after reading all the signage above my …
Away and Home Again.
It’s difficult to be in different places while one’s life is taking place in all of them. It was a lovely summer of diverse travel plans with important-to-me-visits to people that mean much to me. Coming back to the City, felt like coming home. But getting in the groove to report on what is going …
While I Was Away…
… 187 Spams.
Well Done
Where to Sit, When Riding Crosstown
If riding on a double-length cross-town bus, walking to the back to sit is preferable. Most of these busses stop in the middle of the block due to the length. So a 7th Avenue stop is between 6th and 7th. If 7th Avenue corner is where you are heading, then you are closer to there …
A City Vegetable Garden
This restaurant in the West Village has turned the sidewalk into a vegetable garden. It is to the south of their terrace and front door. On each pot the white sign asks passersby to ‘watch’ but ‘not touch’. As I was approaching to take the pictures, I saw a handy man twist off a tomato …
Not the East River…
or the Hudson for that matter. Take the chronicler out of the City and she forgets all about it! But one can see why!