Here’s the story of the picture [L] with the Blues Brothers vibe; I’ve shared this at length with A. who was curious about this photo in my pictorial. It’s a memory from the 2nd year that Burt and I were together.
We were invited to party for Judith E’s birthday–who was married to Jim M, a guy I worked with when I taught at the East Harlem Block Schools. We were expected to dress in costume. Instead, we took our own clothes and donned dark glasses. A. asked “Is that cheating? 😂”
The Gates reappeared this past winter, courtesy of augmented reality, and as a tribute to the original.
When the artists Jean-Claude and Christo first hung them 20 years ago, we made a point of walking the Park.
The Gates were an event we did not want to miss. As it was a time-limited installation, so we were constrained to 16 days in February 2005.
We had a lot of fun, even though we were puzzled for a meaning.
Coney Island has so much to offer the day tripper; over the years we spent a few days each summer on the boardwalk.
There were arcades where we played a variety of games. Burt was particularly fond of the Bean Bag Toss.
It seemed like we got tickets by the yard so we could play to our hearts’ content.
On the occasion of this photo, we headed from Brooklyn to Queens to watch a Mets game.
this is our life 