During the early years of the journey, Burt had destinations. He used to love to sit outside the HHS lobby; he befriended one of the security guards, Mr. Phillips, and would converse himself whenever we went there. The route was across the 78th Street bridge over the Drive and down the East River Esplanade. I was reminded when walking S home down 71st today.
On my route home, I went by the back door to the Pavillion, a neighboring apartment building, and was heartened by another memory. Burt referred to their lobby as “the hotel” and would sit there with me or with his aides.
Next stop, the playground at John Jay. We used this space for PT, relaxation, or, on one occasion, as a meeting place with friends. Burt would wave his hat to chase off the pigeons.
this is our life 