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Taking a break

Off to Minnesota for a few days. Back to this on Monday. Happy Passover, Easter, April Fools Day, & spring.
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Black Renaissance Noire

What a beautiful magazine is Black Renaissance Noire, published by NYU's Institute of African American Affairs. I was happy to be at the launch for the latest issue & hear a range of contributors: poet, fiction writer, artist, photographer. I haven't really dived in but previous issues I've read have been illuminating. Why not take a look? Read More 
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Theater of Wonderment

So fun to see The Play That Goes Wrong with our nephew Mike & his 12-year-old son Graham, in New York for the first time. They sprung for the backstage tour—very illuminating to see how the magic happens! The play itself was not only hilarious but made you appreciate how much has to work for a play to go right.
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Monday Quote

Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory. —Franklin P(ierce) Adams

I guess you have to be old enough to figure this out. I remember when I realized that nothing was more responsible for my good marriage than my bad memory. Or as I put it in My Marriage A to Z, under the heading "Memory, Bad": Thanks to which, neither of us can remember for long the other's sins, wrongdoings and crimes. Why was I so angry in 1999? I have no idea! I do remember that we decided—consciously and unconsciously—that we're together no matter what.
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Blintz-krieg

Now that Café Orlin is no more, I don't really have a go-to lunch place in the neighborhood. It has to be quiet & reasonably priced. I don't care if the food's not great, although it's better if it is. I'm meeting someone in a couple of days & the best we could come up with  Read More 
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Golden Gloves

Last-minute invite from my friend Alan to see some Golden Gloves boxing at the (fancy!) New York Athletic Club. A lot of the rounds were not that exciting—fighters without much technique & who tired out quickly. A couple were great.

There's that dumb expression in baseball (& probably other sports): He came to play. Well, didn't everyone come to play? But that was my first thought about one of the young men last night, Michael Calvin. He had his game plan, which was to hit hard and constantly, & it wasn't going to be interrupted by anything, least of all his opponent. Who gave up 55 seconds into the second round, the only fight that didn't go the full three rounds.

The best fight was the last, two actual fighters, with footwork and strategy. Dzhonibek Nazriev was somewhat the better fighter, but Michael Hughes had heart & definitely won the second round. I thought it could go either way, & it was the only split decision, with Nazriev winning.

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So pretty

It was too beautiful to take a picture... I didn't want to get my phone wet so I didn't take a picture... It's too clear in my head to need a photo...

Really, the loveliest snow ever. Giant flakes, no wind, like Hollywood snow.

A few of my friends were happy—about as many as bitched about snow in Spring.

It wasn't even cold.  Read More 
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I was born!

I needed a "proof of birth" letter from the hospital I was born in, so I called McKennan now Avera McKennan in Sioux Falls. The very nice Julie was able to track it down for me with my name & not just "Baby Girl Nauen" because I had also had a tonsillectomy at McKennan. Read More 
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Oh my

This glorious photo of the Great Smoky Mountains was taken by my old friend Shirley Willis Cooper. She's more like family, if that's the word for people you've known forever but rarely see. Her brother Steve I do see frequently, despite living hundreds of miles apart.
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Monday Quote

Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for; it is a thing to be achieved.
~ William Jennings Bryan, from "America's Mission" speech at the Washington Day banquet given by the Virginia Democratic Association, Washington, D.C., 1899

No irony today!

I do want to note that my home state of South Dakota  Read More 
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