#a-good-day – All The Best

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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.

Cloud-shaped mushrooms and trees beginning autumnal.

Trees and grass as my bus raced past at the side of the roadways are memorably fuzzy.

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:

227 Abolitionist Place

American history has for years been bifurcated by guilt and racism or by racism or guilt. That, at least, is my theory of the moment, well not this moment in which racism takes the lead.

We read history from books that deny the existence of people of color. Of course, they, the people of color, know that history and we are grateful that they share it with us.

The Friends of Abolitionist Place put together a Matriarchs print workshop at Poster House.

We learned about 227 Duffield Place, a house at which the Underground Railroad stopped, landmarked and saved from being swept up by eminent domain by Mama Joy Chatel.

Her legacy is carried on, and Duffield is co-named Abolitionist Place.

The printing of the posters we had designed in community was undertaken by Leslie Diuguid of Du-Good Press.com.

Learn more about 227 Abolitionist Place at abolitionistplace.org.

Take advantage of the First Fridays at Poster House by checking into their website.

4 D Chess?

Another art date with the artist, LisaMaria Maya, has us attacking the spiral path at the Guggenheim Museum of Art.

We’re here for Carol Bove.

We also caught the Rauschenberg exhibit in its last few days.

As a P.S. we crossed over to go to the Reservoir to look for cherry blossoms before heading home.

In the environs of Lincoln Center

In the American Museum of Folk Art ***Blue Magic*** lecture, Alexandria Eregbu

Wire structures

I am so taken with the exhibit of Ruth Asawa at MoMA that I hardly can speak of anything else.

Her work is engrossing and she was so prolific that I can be excused for my single minded focus.

There’s some Picasso. A bit of VanGogh, whose popularity put us several rows back of his masterpieces. Matisse. Monet.

All those surrealists, including some female masters I had not encountered before.

Oh, and do stop for lunch! Café on 2 and 6.

West 44th

Enjoying a late lunch with my friend T. is a long conversation, catching up.

Miss Nellie’s lost us to India / Times Square where the menu is long and on a screen. By long, I mean extensive and, let’s face it, enticing. Miss Nellie’s is catty corner from India etc.

It’s menu is predictably smash burger and salads.

It is truly serviceable but not exotic, and we preferred the wilder choice.

We each chose an item from the vegetarian selections.