Thank you, Burton
Missing Burt has been a natural if sad pastime; these last couple of months, the memory of him has accompanied me as I once again roam our town.
I tread the paths we walked over the years. Yesterday, I felt like he was definitely with me in familiar and some new places.
Yesterday, memory took me all over town.
I went to the SSA office to take care of some widow business. I walked to 48th from the M31 stop at 57th and 8th Ave. Then down Broadway to an appointment at 25th and 1st.
I got so many reminders of places we had been to on that leg of my day. There were some changes to the scenery but we muddled through.
Finished with my dentist, [and no, Burt had not been there before], I proceeded to figure out a path to the Soho Playhouse. The village had been a teenage hang of mine, but then, oh Burt and I ate here, and we went to The Minetta Theater, and… my oh my.
I acknowledge I needed more help than my phone’s navigation system to find my way. I asked and strangers were kind.
Memories did not end when To Free a Mockingbird was over and I spilled off the M55 at 44th to walk along 6th Avenue to 57th. I passed the spot by the NY Mets TV station where we used to sit in the grand Rockefeller Center acreage. Radio City Music Hall was kind of a hang for us, too.
As I walked by jewelry row, I turned my finger to admire the engagement ring we had picked out together at this store.
Then there were the Hilton and the Warwick where we ate and regrouped on our way to a show or some outing. And of course that corner of 6th where we so often boarded the M31 to get home.
A long day away from our home, but filled with thoughts of where we had been. Together.
this is our life 