On Train and Boat

God... such a headache!

On the LIRR back to Manhattan, but derailed in Port Washington... And my mind tastes like the stolen German coal reserves in the aftermath of WWI. Purple hoods and rimmed eyes... And the greens outside today sparkle-- almost as much as the leaves on the tomb of US Grant and the sky laces in shades of Ferris Bueller. It is too much to write... to think... with such enticing and delicious treats right outside the window.

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So, here on the Circle Line, cramped between the corners of the world with silver sun and the gray shadows of diamonds painting the pages. The breeze and the mystery of their laughter and my baking arms all set the tone of anticipation of a great joy... if only not for the crowd!

-Gramercy Park (Edith Wharton territory)
-Orchard Street
-The Staten Island Ferry at night (free)
-Barge Music (SS Seaport--chamber music cruises)