It’s that time of year again. Bleachers banging and clanging until they’re up. San Remo and Langham building guys erect wooden barriers around their shrubs. Slanted boards across windows. No Parking Signs for 3 days. Sweepers screaming and cleaning. Tow trucks at dawn. Opening up the streets. Taking down the traffic lights. Room for the balloons. Metal gates sliding and gliding along the curbs. Ready for the Macy’s madness to descend upon the ‘hood.
If anybody comes this year. Forecast. Windy and cold. Even the Grinch may stay indoors.
So lucky our microwave is big enough for a 25-lb. turkey!!
6″ of snow in Central Park. Heavy and horizontal. While. Bleachers going up for the parade. Hope next Thursday will be clearer. In the meantime, enjoy a Diego Rivera mural as Matt Weiner paints a gorgeous tableau about love. The Romanoff’s in Mexico City. Sweet vignettes. Best one yet.
And. Can easily buy guns and drugs online. Yet. Still can’t figure out how to vote. Sad.
New York Marathon 2018. Our street and Central Park West closed. As usual. However. This year. Runners were funneled out of the park behind a fenced-in tarp. They used to run free with their winning capes happily flapping as family and friends greeted them. This year. Everyone with celebratory signs and flowers turned away by a bevy of cops. A constant stream of enthusiastic fans going toward the race then sullenly shlepping back under our window all day. They couldn’t post a sign? Silly. Then. They opened the street to traffic at 7pm. Yay! Not. Cars were backed up and honking. What? Oops. Central Park West still closed. For at least another hour. What a mess.
Security gets tighter every year. Wonder if they’ll let the balloons fly on Thanksgiving?!
Halloween costumes this year. Nope!!
Ghost. Appropriating unsettled dead people.
Witch. Appropriating coven worshippers.
Fortnite Blue Hair. Appropriating Smurfness.
Chimney Sweep. Black face.
Appropriating Mexican grave dwellers.
You get the idea. Skippy Hallow. 2018.
Although it’s always great to get out to the Long Island farms for colorful late summer treats, we have our own weekly farmers markets just up or down the street.
Greenmarkets on Sundays behind the Natural History Museum. Further uptown 97th & Broadway on Fridays. And. Thursdays 66th & Columbus.
Local fare from Upstate and New England. Pricey. Yes. Yet. So Fresh.
– Photos by G. Levine
81st & Columbus
The Tonight Show in Central Park. Amazing how much stuff it takes to put on a TV show outdoors. So humid today that the walk was like completing hot yoga. Drippy clothes.
Hope they have fans tonight. Jimmy Fallon. Blake Lively. Carrie Underwood. People were already lining up before noon. The show itself was silly. Sitting at his desk in front of a huge crowd.
City schools closed for Rosh Hashanah. Two days. Today every local New York network channel is commemorating 9/11 seventeen years ago. Until noon. A surreal quiet around the city. Even Times Square. Drizzly grey low clouds act as a further shroud. Things should liven up soon. Jimmy Fallon’s bringing his Tonight Show to Central Park this Thursday.
Not good. When Omarosa thinks the same way I do. She told The View she believes Mike Pence’s chief of staff Nick Ayers is the anonymous op-ed author. Don Jr. says it’s a low-level. Qui sait?