Back in the neighborhood with the reminiscent firehouse, I am early^* for Fresh Tracks at New York LiveArts. Once again I am reminded about Burt’s encounter with the fireman all those yeats ago.
^*I went extra early with the intention of snacking and sitting at Ama Vita on W19. It’s closed on Saturdays?¿
Of course, my memory awakens to the fact that that firehouse was near the Time Warner Center in the Columbus Circle area. I am remembering Burt’s admiration of the young man who showed him around that afternoon.
It’s a good memory, of course, since it is connected to Burt. And it isn’t about the actual location of the firehouse.
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