Annual Celebration. Dr. Husband’s Birthday Eve. Central Park goes all out in its pyrotechnics display. This year was most awesome.
Okay. It’s also the NYC Marathon Opening Ceremony. They let us locals get right under the lights without obstruction.
No. Not going to run. But hey. It’s fun!
It’s happening again. The annual annoyance. Trepidatious trigger. Menacing micro-aggression. Halloween.
City stoops draped with creepy crawly spider-infested cobwebs. Blood. Gore. Headless horsemen. Cheap candy. Slutty witches. Pornographic princess costumes. Men in Marvel spandex. Crinkly skin. Gross.
Kids are cute. Until 10-years old. Then. Just. Cut it out. No not the jack-o-lantern. Trick-or-Treating. Arcane holiday. Let it go.
Some people need to take themselves out of the fray.
Hillary. You lost. Get over it. Tulsi Gabbard. Jill Stein. Russian assets. Really? Besides the Russians, Jim Comey, misogynistic men, complicit women, electoral college. Okay. How about looking in the mirror. And. Just. Go away!
U.S. Senators who are running against Trump should recuse themselves from the impeachment trial jury. Or get out of the Presidential race. Direct conflict of interest.
Tom Brady. Retire already. Let somebody else win once in a while.
How to get away from impeachment overload? Dive into a meandering tale along the Thames. Once Upon A River by Diane Setterfield.
Where does Dr. Husband go to escape the book club discussion on a rainy day?
Museum of Natural History.
Although nothing compares to the vote to maybe think about starting to think about impeachment hearings. Or tonight’s Democrat debate.
Drink when anyone says “soul of our country” and “who we are”.
It is also pretty exciting when Dr. Husband’s twice-weekly alternate side parking routine includes a visit from a typical Upper West Side couple, Steven & Kate, shlepping their old dog down the street for a walk. But. Hey. They do live on our block.
Move over. Stephen Sondheim. Colby Joseph Herchel launched his new production. At New York Theater Festival & SummerFest.
Well done, nephew.
When I moved back to the Upper West Side in 2016, ubiquitous scaffolding was the most jarring change I saw to my former ‘hood. Yes. From the 1960’s to 1980’s there were some pretty skeevy streets above 69th. But. At least the mom & pop shops were in plain view. As was The Museum Café, Victor’s Cuban, Ruskay’s, then Ruelle’s. Bustling with outside tables and windows for people watching.
In 2019, the scaffolding scourge continues to spread. It’s rare to find a building not shrouded by dark cobwebbed metal and wood. Obscuring business signage and entrances, leaving al fresco spaces too dank to dine under. Even the stately San Remo has a newly erected shed. Sad.