You see yourself. An entire birthday celebration- a plethora of colored ribbons. Tied to the bus stop bench. Did he/she get a telephone call while waiting for the bus that ‘it’ was over? Did someone sweeter/cuter/more whatever walk by? Did they board the bus and forget them? One of those mysteries to which I will …
Author Archives: The Chronicler
Sweaty Socks?
It was such a bargain! Nearly 10″ tall for $3.99, a basil plant. It smells so good. On the bus, bringing it home, other riders commented on the sweet smell. The perfect plant for the bedroom. I love plants in the bedroom for all the right reasons. This one has been there for a couple …
Puffy Little Bites
These are from a small cart in Chinatown; a very small Cart. Inside the narrow window, the two men had two cast iron forms into which they poured batter in the bottom of the form and closed the lid over top. The batter cooked for a minute, the lid was opened and these little round …
The Picture vs the Reality
The first picture is the one from TIMEout magazine, extolling the beauty of this canopy in the park by a local artist. The second picture is what it looks like when passing by on the bus.
He Tipped His Hand
On a day that is difficult, I try to approach and help someone who looks to be having a rough time of their own. He was sitting on the sidewalk outside the bank at Union Square. He was perhaps early 20’s, and beside him was a carefully-lettered sign asking for donations. He ran his hands …
I Lied.
Yesterday was standing on the platform two depths below the sidewalk- at the 4th Street Subway station. The days past had made an extremely long and difficult week. The plan today was to travel to the New York Botanical Gardens in the Bronx, with a friend. As I stood there waiting, I watched a youngish …
Amsterdam!
In what I think of as the ‘backside’ of Chinatown, away from the tourists, are these original buildings that look like they were transported from A’dam.
Perry Street Market
This yearly event tries to position itself on the Saturday prior to Mother’s Day. My first week in the City stumbled upon it. At the time, knowing nothing about street markets I thought it was a weekly event. The first vender was selling a Makkum plate for $35. [Real value $400]. As I had an …
In Addition
The writing here is to not be political, neither is this to be about home decorating. But yesterday, while on a phone call, sat looking at the mortar of these bricks. The repairing of the fireplace meant that for sometime I have had to deal with gray mortar where it should be brown. Now: got …
Amazing People
This morning, walking along the sidewalk, at the corner, I came upon a large gathering of folk outside a public gym in the West Village. The group was formed but was also milling, as seen by the straglers who were filling up the edges. Due to the space between the late-comers and those already there, …