Filling My Time
Last weekend was the Puerto Rican festival in Jersey City. I have it on good authority that the parade here last Sunday was comparable to the one in New York. Maybe next year I'll find out for myself. I secretly must admit tho, that I hope my career does not become one of critiquing ethnic parades in the region.
I've thought about blogging the bathroom report. The problem for me with having an idea like that pop into my head, is that every time I walk into a bathroom, I think "What would I write about this one?" The Hollywood Diner on 16th St and 6th Ave has a clean bathroom, but very, very small. One should probably back into it. The White Horse Tavern on W 11th St and Hudson St has a deceptively small door. I saw it yesterday and began backing in, but when the door opened, the room was much larger than I first thought. The long and the short of it (or the big and the small) is that every place has a bathroom. Some are best avoided.
I still feel like a tourist every time I go into The City. Yesterday, I went to pick up an application and took some typical tourist snapshots. In 1991, the second time I visited Manhattan, one of my few requests was to see the Flatiron Building. something about one of the first skyscrapers and the fact that it is triangular was interesting to me. In my walk yesterday, I saw it again and got what I believe to be a beautiful shot of it. What do you think? (Hint: If you click on the photo, it opens a larger one in the window.)
Certainly, there is no shortage of things to write about, now that I'm in the nerve center of the world, but I'm gonna sign off for now, so there's something to write about next week.
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1 Comments:
That's a great picture...still can't believe you're there and I'm here.
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