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Bliss is; Bliss isn't

August 19, 2007 By pia


If you like Courting link to it and let me know. I will never ask for your money for this blog. Might ask for your vote. Will ask for you to buy a certain book later. Buy Diesel’s book now. He’s funny. This blog is a labor of love and sometimes just labor. .
Lucia calls me the original “um” girl. This article explains it.

Bliss is going to meet friends in Riverside Park and sitting on new half chaise lounges at an outdoor cafe. As the afternoon turned into evening, and the sun was setting, Guy Davis began to play. With each song he became more assured and better until we were totally under his blues sway.
This isn’t were I say I used to casually run into his parents Ruby Dee and Ossie Davis in Sag Harbor back, oh ten or fifteen years ago, when Azurest in Sag Harbor was a most Black area. Though I’m White, people let me stay anyway. The Hamptons were much more fun then. Statusy and a scene but nothing like it is now. Now even Montauk is becoming part of the real Hamptons. It does break my heart. But in less time than it takes to get there I can be in North Myrtle Beach and really shouldn’t say that

I went back to take pictures but it was a perfect day so I walked the new Riverside South Park until I ran into a convention filled with people who casually stroll. No New Yorker would ever casually stroll. I became impatient and walked home.

I have long known the statistic that New Yorkers, despite our harder lives, live longer than the average American. I didn’t know it was because we walk faster until I read this article.

This part was written last Monday and put in draft. This Sunday the weather is yucky and I have a migraine. Fortunately the first half of the weekend was picture perfect except for the fire coming from downtown.

I deleted the second half of this post on the grounds that I have had a migraine since yesterday. Made worse by the incessant drilling at the penthouse next door. The school across the street has construction on Sundays, other buildings on Saturdays and we have it Monday through Friday.

I understand that for a city to prosper it must have construction, but it must have sane residents. What that article didn’t say is a main reason we walk so fast is to run from cranes, drills and other things.

It’s a damp and dreary day. I really don’t want to be forced to go to Starbucks where tourists hang out because it’s just like home, or the cupcake cafe a block further where the wifi is free but you have to buy a cupcake and I really really don’t want to face temptation in the face

No I couldn’t see the fire from here. I was sort of downtown Saturday night where it could be seen
We really don’t need more memorials to firemen

Filed Under: 9/11, New York Stories Tagged With: 9/11, If I'm not Christian, am I still an American?, New York Stories, ramblings

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Comments

  1. Lx says

    August 20, 2007 at 8:26 am

    oh wow, you could see the fire from the deutsche bank building?

  2. Jonathan says

    August 20, 2007 at 3:04 pm

    I would have thought New Yorkers live longer because they gangs shoot each other rather than the burbs.

  3. bonnie says

    August 21, 2007 at 9:26 pm

    I used to know a guy who liked to say “A New Yorker walks farther for a pack of cigarettes than most people in this country walk in a day”.

    Of course he smoked so it made sense when applied to him.

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I live in the South, not South Florida, a few blocks from the ocean, and two blocks from the main street. It's called Main Street. Amazes me too.

I'm from New York. I mostly lived in the Mid-Upper East Side, and the heart of the Upper West Side. It amazes me when people talk about how scared they were of Times Square in the 1970's and 1980's.

As my mother said: "know the streets, look out and you'll be fine."

What was scary was the invasion of the crack dens into "good buildings in good 'hoods." And the greedy landlords who did everything they could to get good tenants out of buildings.

I'm a Long Island girl, and proud of it now.
Then I hated everything about the suburbs. Yet somehow I lived in a few great Long Island Sound towns after high school.

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