MOVE OVER, I’M COMING THROUGH

1st week of March, 2014

There sure are a lot of people in New York City and the subways sure are crowded, and sometimes you can’t even get a seat, not even on the bus! But if I can stop complaining for a minute I can look around and begin to wonder, who are these people? Might even be a lot of interesting folks up to something. If I can stop complaining for a minute, I can begin to imagine and get in touch with what it takes to be who we are and the extraordinariness of us!

I got to admire the guy who gets up every day, the same time, day after day, to go to work. That takes something. Maybe he’s doing it for the money, and maybe not. But it takes something to honor your word and show up, just because you said you would. And the mother, who decided, or maybe not, to become a mother, and once the toddler arrived, she has to feed it, dress it, and try to understand it, day after day, teaching it how to be a person in this wild, wild world we live in. That takes something. And then there are those who work out in the cold, and those who work out in the heat, and under the ground, and in very high places, and those that box themselves up in an office, and those who are confined to being at home. We sure are a special breed, making it all work. And then there are those who besides doing their due diligence, they’ve got big plans for the planet. And we might be standing right next to them on line at the supermarket or sitting next to them at the local restaurant, and we have no idea. And if we knew what they were up to we’d be in awe, ‘cause they look just like you and me, they ARE you and me! We sure are a special breed!

SNOW! SO?

February 13, 2014

Snow and New York City are not a marriage made in heaven. Especially if you have a car, or a baby in a stroller, a cart for grocery shopping, a cane or a walker for support. So how do we New Yorkers deal with it? We cuss and we curse and we growl, and we growl a lot! Except…if you’re a kid. The kids in the street, in the playgrounds, giggling, gushing, cooing with delight, just kick it, roll in it, bury themselves in it, snatch it up, throw it at someone, and erect obese snowmen, while their parents yell, “Stop it!" "Don’t do that." "Get out of there you’ll freeze to death.”

And after a few days, when the snow looses its heavenliness, and becomes a dirty dark mess of slush, and if you’re lucky enough that the snow fell around the Chinese New Year, make your way down to Chinatown to see the prettiest snow on the streets, scattered with sparkling, dazzling, shimmering radiant colors of red blue, purple green, gold, glimmering confetti that showered the New Year festivities and now blankets the snow covered streets.