My friend Dot
P.S. Happy birthday, President McKinley Read More
All the stories I'm hearing today are similar: how unpretentious, kind & good-humored he was. He was at a breakfast in the Adirondacks, where he played & sang a little. A kid climbed right up on his lap & said, You will always be singing in my heart. Pete loved it. But damn it, I can't remember what he said back except that it made everyone love him.
OK, in a hurry, can't stop to verify or track this anecdote down any better.
The snow chronicles XII
Weather, weather. Maybe it's not the all-consuming interest for me that it is for a couple of my friends. I can't remember from day to day what yesterday was like, & I'm not much interested past advice on sweaters & scarves. Or maybe weather's a great hobby, since, like cloud-watching, it involves little more than paying attention whenever you think of it.
Just blew a fuse so now the heater's off in here. That's weather for ya. Read More
The snow chronicles XI: Slovenians
The snow chronicles X
We only had 11" & they didn't cancel school. How could that be ENOUGH?
Now it's Day 3, & it's bugging me not to ride my bike. Maggie says the trains are horrible—infrequent, therefore crowded—so I'm mostly walking but it's harshing my mellow. Also, it's cold without much prettiness left. I like the cold when I'm outdoors, but in my office, not so much.
Friday update: My friend says the East River is frozen over off Greenpoint. "It looks like a bunch of icebergs." Read More
One more Joyce post
The engraved text reads:
The Rector of Walton
- to -
Alice Joyce Phillips
July 7, 1924
That church, in Liverpool, England, was mentioned in the Domesday Book of 1086.
* A guinea was a shilling more than a pound; in today's money her 10 guineas might be worth about $25. The silver cup is priceless. Read More
Cousins rock II
A birthday is just an excuse for a party in my fun-lovin' family. We are all FCs (Favorite Cousins) to each other & we know each other to a crazy extent: At the Joyce 90 celebration were a couple of 4th cousins.
AND I'm home in time for the biggest snowfall of the season. Yippie!
Go around the iceberg
A nice life (cont.)
A nice life
Bridge to nowhere
Great scandal! Not icky-sexy, no complicated financial or legal shenanigans in places I've never heard of. Straight-up old-fashioned bare-knuckle politics. I don't have a horse in this race, so why take glee in Christie's misfortunes? Because he's a Republican & a bully & a crook. Because there's a smoking gun: "time for traffic problems in Fort Lee." Because thank heavens this came out before he made a serious run for President. Imagine him with even more power to retaliate: scary.Read More
What a good poet Linda Kittell is. I included her "What Baseball Teaches Us About Love" in my anthology of women's writings about baseball 20-odd years ago; to this day, I can't read or hear that poem without crying. We became friends through that book & have been ever since. I've visited her in Idaho, & we read together at a Baseball Hall of Fame event. At last she has a collection out, Love Reports to Spring Training, about a left-handed pitcher named Love. If she lived anywhere but rural Idaho, she'd be well-known, I have no doubt. She deserves to be.Read More
The snow chronicles IX: 7°
In the midwest they're having something called a polar vortex, which none of us (except Willis, of course) ever heard of but it's not new. It's not toasty here but there's a 30-degree difference with what we're having & what's hammering Minnesota & South Dakota.
I'm still in my jeans jacket & sneakers, as I am all winter, with earmuffs & gloves. I guess if 7°—about as cold as it ever gets in New York City—doesn't drive me to wear that fur coat, nothing will. Probably not a good idea to give it to the coat drive, right?
Update: I just found out it was actually 4° with a windchill of -16°. OK, that's cold.
Running into friends
The snow chronicles VIII
Sorry not to see the snow coming down all night (6 or 8"!) but walked in Tompkins Square Park. If you didn't look toward the 16-story Christadora & if you let your eyes glaze, it could be a hundred years ago: kids & dogs & brownstones.
The vet Read More