Manhattan Labor Day Tour

To celebrate Labor Day I biked through Central Park to the Hudson, up past the GWB, down to the Battery, rested, then cycled north on the East River to 78th Street. Did 32-35 miles. Both my apples are sore and exhausted.

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The Only Living Boy in New York

When I stand behind a wondrous scene looking in, it makes me overwhelmed and alone at the same time. New York City does that. I like bitter with my sweet.  Here are photos from yesterday.

The Only Living Boy in New York ~ Paul Simon


Our next "City Stories: Stoops to Nuts" show is Tues, July 10th @ 6pm @ Cornelia Street Cafe.

Storytelling by Tricia Alexandro, Julia Greenberg, Jim Hawkins, Lisa Kirchner, Thomas Pryor & Debby Schwartz.

Summer is steaming, cool off, come down to the telling.

$8 gets you in with a free drink, too. A nice wash on a hot night.

 

The Sky Goes Crayola

Early March, on a late afternoon before the clocks changed, I biked south under the Westside Highway. Between 72nd & 59th Streets, riding slow with the winter sun sinking, I felt heat, then cold. Then the same, heat, cold, on and on ~ little bursts of each. Under the highway, giant pillars rise up, set apart every 60 feet. They block the sun for 10 feet, then you open in the glow again before the next pillar. The right side of my face turned into a Christmas tree light. A most pleasant sensation.

Later heading home, the sunset put on a show. Watching the sky go Crayola, Peter Wolf sang "Lights Out," on my Ipod. Dig those colors.

Dancing in the dark, to the radio of love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRDpdzghfSw&feature=relatedv=HRDpdzghfSw&feature=related

New York City Serenade

God bless bicycles, and where they take you.

Hudson River Summer ~ Central Park Cycling

Bike riding yesterday, I saw a Chinese~American couple marry at the Battery; I passed the Circle Line, where in 1963 Rory, me, Dad and Mom took a day trip on a boat to Bear Mountain. More on that in later post. On the land side at 42nd Street, I spied a pair of cool new buildings.

Further north, I passed the Soldiers and Sailors Monument overlooking Riverside Park which I always confused with Grant's Tomb when I was a kid; I found a soccer ball last week in the Hudson and fell in up to my chest, the water was clean and warm; but yesterday I finished my ride dry with a spin of Central Park and rode along with a Victorian gentleman exercising on a giant bicycle, he said he was taking his constitutional.

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Liberty

Liberty is a precious gift, treasure it, protect it, don't abuse it.