Musings

I’ve been looking at this mural on the side wall of Moe’s and Joe’s for several weeks, and wondering about this fellow…since we’re not M&J denizens, he was a mystery to me, smiling down…until G__gle revealed this.

Horace McKennie was the tavern’s venerable bartender and waitron for over five decades. He started within two years after the place opened in 1947. Moe and Joe were brothers, surname Krinsky. (Bar history here.)

The place in 1949…about the time Horace started working at the bar/tavern.

Wish that kosher gro was still there….

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I wasn’t trying to find another firehose (following yesterday’s), but I came across this one, in a circular storage bracket. Love the skinny stairs, too.

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Looks to me like these are poised to host weekend fun.

I love the single loop of firehose that looks like it’s trying to escape.

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I liked the pumpkin, signaling this week’s upcoming holiday…and I liked the railing-shadows.

Nut milk bag? Those words didn’t strike me as fitting together. The fine print brings it into focus, however.

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The recent bombings/terrorism in Paris and elsewhere has weighed on me today, not in the front of my mind, but subtly, clouding my outlook.

So, I present happy images, promotion of a comedy night and a classic, a flower, this one with a ladybug attendant.

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Sometimes I walk along a street and in front of a building, and other than a few leaves, it looks as it has for the last month and year. Then, there’s a day and place like this, where the driveway has been chunked, with the concrete no doubt to be removed on the morrow. I don’t think that the driveway was in bad shape…although it is now.

Elsewhere, this white picket fence is holding its own…loving the light and shadow.

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Seems to me that the functions of rest areas have shifted since the early days. Used to be that stretch-your-legs and eat-a-packed-lunch were the big activities when I was a youth. Then, sometimes, make-a-phone-call was added. Now, it’s use-the-restroom and walk-the-dog. Very few diners. Little Frisbee-throwing or baseball-tossing; I haven’t seen a game of tag in decades.

We found leaves on the trees as we drifted south, but the transition to oaks instead of maples means…more bronze and no orange-reds, and so a duller color overall. And temps in the 70s…shed a layer!

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I am pleased at the orange-red reflection of the roof to the right.

Warmer night last night, and the sunshine predominated in the morning so we set off on a wee adventure. We went through Paradise (yes, it is possible), and on to the BIG Lake—fairly calm today on this shore. This is some of the support structure for the lighthouse at Whitefish Point.

We backtracked (because the other options, both long loops, didn’t appeal) and stopped at the BIG falls. The roar of the water and the feel of the mist still stop me in my tracks (best at the viewing deck to the far right). You can see that the leaves are mostly on the trees and the color is fantastic, although the overcast had set in by the time I took this photo.

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I do love fountains. And HDR means they can look stupendous in digital images. This one’s in Bryant Park.

On north, way beyond Yankee Stadium and the Harlem River…the longest subway ride I’ve ever taken (below ground, not just urban train)…to the New York Botanical Garden…some 250-ac of plants—trees, flowers, grass, even a few stray weeds on land straddling the Bronx River.

And, indoors, a Frida Kahlo exhibition (no photos allowed of her displayed works), emphasizing the natural world, especially plants, in her paintings. With examples of the plants highlighted in the conservatory.

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Lobby light show: Museum of the City of New York. (Yes, a mouthful, that name.) Liked that the space was just topical exhibitions, no dutiful historical summary gallery, growing increasing stale over time.

Then, we walked south through Central Park, past hissing sprinklers, many joggers, strollers (people and contraptions), and dog-walkers.

After that, major excitement that began with a lot of waiting, standing-waiting, one foot followed by the other. Then, we got to showtime! And our seats….

Stephen, tada! With guests Gina Rodriguez (of Jane the Virgin, new season starting next week), Ben Bernanke (new book, his memoir of the recent financial crisis), and musical group Tame Impala.

Nightcap at the Algonquin, where the round table was sadly empty, and the Manhattans were stupendous.

Please note that while most of the day is afoot, we also enjoy the subway.

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