If you could relive one year of your life, which one would it be?
It’s unlikely that I could string 365 days – 366 if we count it a leap year – all of which are worthy of a retry.
There are plenty of good days, just that any day to day doesn’t add up to a year-in-the-life. Or perhaps it’s that every year was a good year so it’s hard to make the choice.
It’s intriguing to think about such a proposition. Isn’t it?
The 110 Grill is a chain restaurant that prides itself on its diligent fight against allergies.
Well, it’s not fighting allergies per se but it will protect all and sundry of its customers from contact with any allergen.
Even allergens that are not on its menu.
There is a protocol which requires that the manager deliver the order to the table with the above marking although clearly the manager is not delivering an allergen to your table.
There was no danger of my order triggering an allergic reaction.
My allergies, which I regretted reporting, were nowhere on the premises.
Felt like charming overkill at this branch of the chain was in Lenox MA.
Join me and other revelers in a jazz concert at El Barrio PS 109 Art Space on Wednesday September 23.
No rainouts here: The Backyard Jazz at the El Barrio Art Space PS 109 will go indoors if the weather is inclement.
Like chess pieces or stylized people this statuary is standing in amiable conversation in the back yard.
Looks like a recording studio, drum kits and all, waiting for musicians to join in.
Horses for courses.
Carol Bove’s people standing in a group.
In the parking lot of the Whitlock Inn – formerly the Village Inn when owned by my friend A’s fam – I was greeted by unexpected fauna and some cars.
Trees and grass as my bus raced past at the side of the roadways are memorably fuzzy.
“Blue moon, you saw me…” Once in a blue moon is a nice old fashioned expression. It celebrates the discovery in the 1880s of an atmospheric phenomenon that revealed the blue hue on the moon. Every so often, the blue moon is a “super blue moon.” I have it on good authority that this rare […]
It’s also a song
Traveling from New York midtown Port Authority left me with all the expectation of a dismal experience. The worst of it so far is standing for an expected hour on a line that had begun before I reached it.
The bathroom was surprisingly clean, beating all those priors I had had. Of course, I have ducked into the PA to use the facilities over the years and they were dismal.
With expectations not met but all cleanliness and helpfulness on full display, I have only to await my bus another half hour.
Boarding should be interesting. I did not hear my stop called in the announcements.
Got on, grabbed a front row seat but may get ousted because it says Reserved. What’s a reservation on a bus?
Print may not be dead after all. Look at the racks of flyers on display at Port Authority. They are ads for shows on (and adjacent to) Broadway. As a once-upon printer, I am touched to see such beautiful full color work. I also wonder if it’s an effective medium for drumming up ticket sales.
From the road:
What’s a cultural tradition from your country that you love?
Have I mentioned my pursuit of my mother tongue? That I missed being able to retrieve the language I once knew.
This is not to suggest that I am not at home in New York with English as my language of choice.
I just want to be able to speak Serbo -Croatian.
To communicate at least as well as the Stranci who have moved to live in Serbia.
The foreigners who chose a village in Serbia over Rio or Sydney didn’t make their decision lightly.
They did it because of the cultural traditions they found there.
They found more community, a life that was slower and a place where connection truly mattered.
They enjoyed the lifestyle, the pace and being invited to coffee.
Most of them also stayed because they found love in Serbia.
They identify self-sufficiency as a stand-in for selfishness. It is an idol that leads to self-centeredness.
Cultural traditions that transform life to living the life. I look from afar with envy and the regrets of being plucked into a diaspora.
My American life, fully assimilated, is experiencing a split personality, feet in two cultures. Am I having a late- life crisis? Or just reconnecting with my origin story?
°WhatNot
°Vinted
°Ebay
°Poshmark
°Mercari
°Etsy
°Depop
°ThredUp
Resale sites, encourage those who have indiscriminate buying habits to continue to do so.
You can always resell whatever you’ve bought. No harm, no foul. You’ll free up so many $$$ for your further purchases.
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