As a kid, I used to look up into an inky sky and watch fireworks explode over my neighborhood. This was the 70s. There were no town-funded displays, it was the family down the block whose Dad knew a guy who knew a guy. The backyards weren’t yet fenced off and the street was one,…
Tag: Brooklyn
New York Love Song
September 12. Yesterday left me drained, though I didn’t quite realize it until I sat down to write this. ‘Where were you’ posts, tributes, news stories. Photos of those gorgeous beams of light that shine upward and onward, like the city itself. In Copenhagen yesterday, it was a gray and rainy day, nothing of the…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 