Sunset in a park
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Baying at the moon? Lolling in the sun?
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?
Do we have a spirit animal? Do I?
Should I envision myself as half-maddened by the light of a bright, beautiful moon? Shall I be moonstruck or sun-dappled?
Which animal would those images elicit? A wolf, a dog? A moo cow, a window lazying cat?
In the environs of Lincoln Center
First Amendment
October 31st Around Town
Train stations & rails
Train rides are a romantic throw- back, and these little towns, both the suburbs and the ex-urbs, are so lovely when viewed from the windows.
Less vibrato?
Thanks to my (jazz) flautist buddy Carol Sudhalter, I went to the New York Flute Club’s October program.
Robert Langevin, flute, and Min Young Kang, piano, presented a program in honor of Maurice Ravel’s 150th birthday. It was all so very beautiful.
Shout out to a young composer, C.R.R. Klevin, whose Sonata (2024) was wonderful.
Inspired by this evening I googed my way to this fun overview:
I encourage you to seek out more music videos featured on YouTube, or wherever you watch and listen.
William Marlowe? Kit Shakespeare?
Speculation is the keyword in the History Lord intro to Christopher Marlowe.
Christopher Marlowe and William Shakespeare were born on the same day. Hmm:
- Was he Shakespeare?
- Was he killed in 1593?
- Was he a spy for Queen Elizabeth [I]?
- Was he a homosexual?
Only history will tell… wait, it actually has not.
“You are icons”
My doorman remarked on my late night arrival. I said, “I was pulled into a speak.”
My friend D asked the bouncer at this unmarked [or, perhaps, mismarked] venue what the line was and next thing we had a table.
Our ages, though D is more than a generation my junior, made us stand out at this West Village speakeasy.
The youngsters around us were appreciative and friendly. We got every courtesy as they passed our corner perch. A fellow helped me up when we were ready to leave.
One young woman took our picture, murmuring “You are icons,” in approving tones.
The loud tunes had D dancing in her seat, and me repeating “what” in every attempted conversation.
We had eaten down the block at The Warren before going to the theater, so this detour was drinks. Kudos for the joint’s beautiful deep raspberry-colored mocktail.
Thanks to D’s willingness to look behind the curtain (it’s a speak, folks) and take a seat at that coveted table, we had a blast.
Oh, and an extra special thanks to the maitre d’ (bouncer) who brought us in from the sidewalk to the club. Yeah, we cut the line and VIPed our way in!
A red carpet moment.
Green eating
Did I… oh, yes, of course I did. You know I like my greens.
The city is now home to several eateries that give priority to those of us who eat our veggies, who prefer vegetables over other dinner choices.
Le Botaniste offers plant-based gourmet dining in a cute, if not gourmet setting. A good choice for a meal, and the one I made with my gal-bud D yesterday before seeing Gene & Gilda.
All The Best 