Crisp air and pommes-picking season. Time to make Apple Carol.
The New York Times takes on motherhood as its latest silo. Grouping people into labels. Gender, race, economic class, education, DNA.
Amy Coney Barrett has a multi-cultural ménage. Kamala Harris came to step-motherhood late in life. So what? Each has a unique experience and took different paths to great career success.
Let’s evaluate everyone on their own merits and rejoice in the many factors which they’ve been lucky enough to be born with and/or have had to overcome to get there.
Viansa Sonoma. Pink lemon granita al fresco next to the airport.
Happy 31 mAd Ben. See ya soon out East.
Risk. Reward. There’s a tension now in many New York City neighborhoods about opening restaurants to outside dining and fear of more virus spread.
Local economies depend on businesses making money to survive. Boarded up storefronts are becoming the norm. Extended closings will result in more Oxbow Tavern-like desolate corners. Dystopian landscapes.
Covid avoidance avoidance conflict.
Finally my brand of crazy is trending. FoMo was fear of missing out. Coveting curated gatherings and not being included. Never had FoMo.
In the time of Corona, it’s more typical to have FoGo. Fear of going out. Always my default, now there’s a good excuse. Lots of kindred friends.
Masks are claustrophobic, but being near non-mask wearers even scarier. It’s not necessarily a good thing. But. It’s a bit of a relief not to feel guilty about staying put. Still wish it were a choice.
June Saturday Afternoon along Central Park West. Dr. G’s Photos made the West Side Rag.
Helicopters. Once in a while. Airplanes. Still rare. Birds. Chirpier than ever. Subway rumble. Often. Some Ubers waiting out front lately. Dulcet tones of construction. A private garbage truck went by yesterday for the first time in months. Never thought that’d be a good thing.
As restaurants struggle to open. Using partitions including clear shower curtains between tables. This is ingenious. Little Inn at Washington.
Skins golf. Rory & Ricky. Little by little. Fingers crossed.
Stranger Things place where the gates open to the Upside Down. A place of confusion and panic. Hmmm. Whoever wrote that was prescient. We are in our own version of the In-Between.
Can only see people out the window or on a screen. Most restaurants are re-opening all over the ‘hood. For take-out and delivery. Lenwich, Chinese, Indian, Thai, Greek, Middle Eastern, Cuban. Some with cocktails, too. Let’s clear avenue lanes for al fresco socially-distanced dining!
Sweeper back today. Just brushing the middle of the street. There’s still the caranda. Alternate side next week. Definitely Limbo.
Ingenuity. Creativity. Margarita. Margararita.
Either Way. Feliz Cinco de Mayo. UWS Fuerte.
No. Not botox.
But. Two nurses from Alabama came to the City to work on the front lines. The West Side Rag learned that they were paying their own rent to stay nearby on the UWS. So. They did a story and donated $200 to start a GoFundMe. Within 45 minutes their $9,800 goal had been reached. Community.
Also got to dress up for the first time in months. To make a video for a family event. Plus. Lots of restaurants are re-opening for take-out and delivery. So. Yay.
Salute to those on the front lines.