It was damp weather outside, however underground in the subway, it was dry and warm. The female pushing the baby stroller was young. What caught my attention was the double plastic wrapping on the stroller; two layers of plastic, the form fitting sort made for the stroller. But how does baby breathe? I was dumb-struck. …
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Beads to Betsy
You want beads and clasps and closures and beading tools and more beads and beads and beads…. head to West 37th Street around and between 5th and 6th Avenues. The choice is beyond what you can imagine. The stores here sell, string, fix, design and accommodate you in any way possible to get you on …
The Love Bench
This bench is on the corner of Bleecker and Charles Street. This is the work of Paul McClure who found the bench on another street corner and moved it here. While he was in the process of doing that, he was ‘greeted by a woman’ who was desperate at that time to save the tiles …
So Much for That Donation
If you have a lot of money, and you want to make your descendants proud, you have the wing of some building named after you [and just maybe your wife]. There, in large letters and perceived glory is your name on the lip of the building, or flattened against the facade for all to see. …
Simply Fascinating
Kiryas Joel, [KIR-yas-Jo-EL] New York, is the name of a village in Orange County, New York, approximately 50 miles northwest of the City. It came to my attention because of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. When one takes the M train out of the City, the first stop on the other side of the East River is Marcy …
Opening Night
The anticipation of opening night of a show, always wreaks havoc with the preceding days. The lack of postings attests to the extra time spent in rehearsals and preparations. And then the night comes. And then it passes. This is the third opening night since January. Just cast in a Feature Length Film. That’s it …
Moving Truck
The name: Padded Wagon.
Attention to Detail.
This is an old fire box/ emergency-call-box. Someone in this block, changes the flowers in it per season. The first picture was winter. Now Spring!
The Culprit!
There it is. It is raining, so the shot through the window and the screen is a bit blurred. However in picture two, you see the culprit sitting on the edge of the pot of green, rather like someone pulled up to the counter in a drug store; not a lot of choice, but what …
Why?
When there is a big rainstorm, like at present, do I hear far more fire truck sirens than when there is not a rain storm. I associate fire truck sirens with fire, but there must be something else. I have noticed this since moving here.