My friend J came to join me at a theater performance wearing a Falcons varsity jacket.
Why is that significant?
Unbeknownst to her, Burt and his highschool pals called themselves the Falcons. And, yes, they had varsity jackets. It’s possible that this one, found at a bin in a second hand store, could have belonged to this band of boys.
J and I had pierogi at Ukrainian East Village Restaurant (called varishkiyy here). The eatery had resonance for me because Burt and I frequently ate there. The area resonated with both of us from past visits and past loves.
It’s been years since either of us were in this favored areas.
this is our life 