Travel
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new yawk pix
ok, here are a whole bunch, not numbered but I will try to explain what they are afterward. I can’t seem to get the text to wrap areound the pix very well… First off, John Lennon’s memorial from Central Park. (Click on any to see them larger. And let me know if you want prints — I will send them.) Then: random shots of stuff and such and windows and garbage and carousel in Bryant Park and people and things and shops and St Patrick’s Cathedral at night, nature and urban views and the like. Still life, except none of it was still. That motion-y one above is an inside…
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April Showers
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coupla pix before bed
I am falling asleep on East Coast time still. But a few quick pix: (L)Mia before the graduation (waiting at Madison Sq Garden/Penn Station) (notice the bag I made her), then (R) Mia waving her diploma after leaving the stage, at the 42nd St theatre where Phantom of the Opera plays every day and night. (L)Mia in front of her fabu school. Do you love her hat or what? Here is Ma and Pa Tracey in front of the U-No-What…notice and appreciate my $16 dollar-store outfit — which became necessary when my beat-up Uggs and jeans and sweaters were suddenly not appropriate for a graduation in 80-degree heat. And here…
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gone baby gone
…the girl is gone. I’m syncing my iPod, writing my last story for the week, washing laundry and trying to pack, before falling asleep. Off to NYC tomorrow and can’t wait to sleep on the plane. Mostly because I still have a lot to do tonight and will doubtless be tired tomorrow anyway. Note to non-fan: Stop reading. No one is forcing you to read. Take a hint. Go away.Note to everyone else: I’ll miss you. Big news in Sun on Thursday: watch for it. Rather feisty school board this evening. I enjoyed it. Kids are prepped, lots to do still but anyway, I’m out of here and will be…
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What Would Jane Do? A Literary Pilgrimage
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new day a-dawning
Did you see the full moon last night? So yellow and warm — despite the cold wind. Where does that come from, anyway — Alaska? Siberia? Canada? Yikes. The sun is just peeking up; I can see it turning the port cranes and trucks pinkish. I love that early morning aura. Got fan mail from a non-fan who tells me to stop practicing my “dark arts.” Um, hello? As if, when running a newspaper, starting up a retail business and shepherding a family around the Island and the planet, I have time to meddle in the dark arts? As if I have time to even scrub the grout in my…
