Ah the memories are precious or at least bring one peace of mind since we are still building new ones, even if we don’t get another 50 or 60 years to think back and be enveloped by them. My grandfather also walked my father across the opening day of the GWB and the automat with those sweet little glass doors that opened and you took your choice meal. Seems those memories are not one sided but family oriented. And edward hopper glad he is a favorite if yours says alot about you, mine too. With his stark light that often acts like the only alive entity in his paintings.
If you'll forgive me for mentioning only the most superficial of your observations - thanks for the reminder of the song Palisades Park. I played it on YouTube and it turns out that even though I haven't heard it in 50 years or more, I still remembered all the words.
Wonderful, Jessica! I, too, love Hopper and his work at the Whitney. I’m a fan of old New York, cobblestone streets and the corner candy stores! The Hudson used to be my river ( I lived close to Nyack) but now for me it’s the Delaware—please visit!
Wonderful tribute to New York! I actually asked the girl who would become my wife out on our first date one night on the Staten Island Ferry. Here's how that episode begins in my hopefully soon to be published memoir. The segment is also suitable to mark Dylan's 83rd birthday:
Dance Me to the End of Love
When I was 19 and she was 16, one night on the Staten Island Ferry, as we stared into the darkness leaning on the railing passing the Statue of Liberty during a youth movement activity, I had hesitantly asked a girl I was interested in if she wanted to go to see an off-Broadway play with me a few days later in Greenwich Village. She agreed, and when the day arrived, we went to see "Brecht on Brecht" at the Theatre de Lys on Christopher Street. Bob Dylan, who had just arrived in New York, might have been there as well, since his then girlfriend Suze Rotolo was working behind the scenes of the show. When he heard Lotte Lenya sing “Pirate Jenny” he said the song "left you flat on your back, and it demanded to be taken seriously. It lingered. Woody Guthrie had never written a song like that."
A greenhorn puts a nickel into the pie machine, takes out a slice. Puts another nickel in, takes out another slice. Again and again, nickel in, slice out. The guy behind him on line says, "That's quite a lot of pie you're getting." The greenhorn sniffs, "Why should you care that I keep winning?"
Love it.
Ah the memories are precious or at least bring one peace of mind since we are still building new ones, even if we don’t get another 50 or 60 years to think back and be enveloped by them. My grandfather also walked my father across the opening day of the GWB and the automat with those sweet little glass doors that opened and you took your choice meal. Seems those memories are not one sided but family oriented. And edward hopper glad he is a favorite if yours says alot about you, mine too. With his stark light that often acts like the only alive entity in his paintings.
Go on have some new memories
Thanks for sharing danny
Family oriented, yes.
If you'll forgive me for mentioning only the most superficial of your observations - thanks for the reminder of the song Palisades Park. I played it on YouTube and it turns out that even though I haven't heard it in 50 years or more, I still remembered all the words.
Sailing Down My Dirty Stream is the best song Pete Seeger ever wrote. The Hudson river’s somewhat cleaner now; not the world.
Wonderful, Jessica! I, too, love Hopper and his work at the Whitney. I’m a fan of old New York, cobblestone streets and the corner candy stores! The Hudson used to be my river ( I lived close to Nyack) but now for me it’s the Delaware—please visit!
Wonderful tribute to New York! I actually asked the girl who would become my wife out on our first date one night on the Staten Island Ferry. Here's how that episode begins in my hopefully soon to be published memoir. The segment is also suitable to mark Dylan's 83rd birthday:
Dance Me to the End of Love
When I was 19 and she was 16, one night on the Staten Island Ferry, as we stared into the darkness leaning on the railing passing the Statue of Liberty during a youth movement activity, I had hesitantly asked a girl I was interested in if she wanted to go to see an off-Broadway play with me a few days later in Greenwich Village. She agreed, and when the day arrived, we went to see "Brecht on Brecht" at the Theatre de Lys on Christopher Street. Bob Dylan, who had just arrived in New York, might have been there as well, since his then girlfriend Suze Rotolo was working behind the scenes of the show. When he heard Lotte Lenya sing “Pirate Jenny” he said the song "left you flat on your back, and it demanded to be taken seriously. It lingered. Woody Guthrie had never written a song like that."
Norma, That would be fun.
Cute
Regarding the Automat, a joke:
A greenhorn puts a nickel into the pie machine, takes out a slice. Puts another nickel in, takes out another slice. Again and again, nickel in, slice out. The guy behind him on line says, "That's quite a lot of pie you're getting." The greenhorn sniffs, "Why should you care that I keep winning?"
What an interesting tale
How true