At Borders Books.
I stopped off at Au Bon Pain - no corn chowder - so I had tomato basil. It was fine.
My seat in the cafe is right next to a window that looks out on 32nd Street & Seventh.
Enormous amount of bustling out there. It's a non-stop parade in both directions.
Several blogging books sit in a pile to my left.
An Asian gentleman is delighted that the seat next to me is free.
He enjoys watching the crowds too.
Looking out windows always reminds me of grandma.
When we were little she often parked herself on a chair, a pillow beneath her elbows, to watch the action on Amsterdam Avenue.
When I was 8 we moved to a new apartment with a terrace and a huge apartment complex across the street.
It was paradise for the old snoop.
If you sat out there with her for 20 minutes you had the lowdown on what was going on.
I miss her very much.
You know she didn't stay up till 12 on December 31st '99 -- I think she was afraid the world would end.
January 1st 2000 was a gorgeous spring-like day. The sunny streets were packed with people smiling as they strolled.
Hey, we were all happy we had made it.
It was the beginning of a new millenium.
Today I was thinking of going through all my old CDs. I'm pretty sure I have a copy of my first ever Xanga blog.
It might be fun to re-read a few posts, and maybe put some on my main blog.
I'm trying to imagine my life without blogging.
Nope not going to happen.
I'll be in my wheelchair moblogging from my cell phone. Hey by then I'll probably be able to speak into my wrist watch, and it will post instantly.
My imagination has scooped me up, and run away with me.
Time for another mango orange soda.
Geez whiz the line is so long.
I guess Borders 34th Street is the place to be.
There's something going on at Madison Square Garden tonight.
Quite a few young people are entering the building.
I remember going with Daddy and my younger brother Joey to see wrestling matches there back in the early 70's.
My father loved "wrassling."
His favorites were Bruno Sammartino, Andre the Giant, Haystacks Calhoun, Baron Mikel Secluna & Chief Jay Strongbow.
We booed The Valentine Brothers with their bleached blond hair during tag team matches.
We all went to the China Bowl one night after the match, and Ivan Putski, a famous Polish wrestler, was there.
He spent quite a bit of time talking with us kids, and my brother and his friends yelled Polish Power - Putski's battle cry - all during the next day.
Well, let's see if I can get that soda now.