Washington Square Park

Sitting on a park bench, in Washington Square, my mind wanders as I imagine this space as it was in another era.   I remember a time when it was best known for it's dissidents, war protesters and drug dealers.   But the land now known as Washington Square Park has had many lives. In its indigenous... Continue Reading →

Dignity Lost, Rediscovered

Situated at the corner of Broadway and Duane Street, near City Hall in lower Manhattan, the National Park Service operates a National monument  honoring a place, a people, a time once forgotten but now revealed. This sacred ground honors those least respected in their time, the ones with no voice and no power.  The African... Continue Reading →

Life is a Cabaret!

What good is sitting alone in your room?  Put down that knitting, your book and your broom, go hear the music play!  Go taste the wine, go hear the band!  It’s time for celebrating, hurry now, your table’s waiting! Cabaret is known around the world as a place to celebrate with friends and enjoy close-up,... Continue Reading →

Coney Island on the 4th of July

It seemed like a New York tradition, so we boarded a train to Coney Island to celebrate the 4th of July. We found Nathan's Original Hotdog stand where they were preparing for the annual Hotdog eating contest. We didn't actually see any of the contestants, so we ate some hotdogs ourselves, just to join in... Continue Reading →

The Pillow Fight

“See that giant rabbit?  Follow him!” We got on the C train and got off at 4th Street.  We didn’t know where we were.  We wandered around looking for the National Pillow Fight Day at Washington Square Park.  We weren’t having much luck finding the Park and we were wandering all over the Village when... Continue Reading →

The Celtic Option

Spring has been trying to nudge out winter, but old Winter has been putting up a fight.  Saturday it broke even with bright sunshine and cold wind.  Not all we were hoping for, but too nice to miss.  We donned our jackets and later wished we had brought scarves and gloves. We found two options... Continue Reading →

I’m a Long Tall Texan

Well….I’m not too long…..and I’m not too tall….and, actually, I’m not really a true Texan.  I’m an Okie, Sooner born and Sooner bred. But I moved to Texas in 1955, went to school there until high school, went to Cowboy games in the Cotton Bowl when the throwback uniforms weren’t throwbacks and lived there until... Continue Reading →

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