Once upon a time, Burt and I had been at a Mets game [there were lots of Mets games] and I have a picture sitting on a shelf next to a more recent photo of us together on 78th St. Both good memories, juxtaposed to make me smile. Like a before and after. Just not quite all the way after.
Today, I heard from Nigel at God’s Love We Deliver about where to place Burt’s plaque. It will be in a column in the Joan Rivers’ Bakery facing 6th Avenue.
As I wander the city, I am always faced with a scene from our past. I want to joke and say of our crime, but the memories hold way too much meaning for me to joke.
Sometimes, in those familiar spaces I encounter a new point of view, one I would love to share with Burt.
Yesterday, it was revisiting the beautiful outdoor balcony at Claire Tow, today it’s an elevated pizza parlor on Madison and 91st. Lots of sweets.
For my sweet, I enjoyed a Stewart’s Root Beer which I had not had for a really long time.
The year Burt and I met, we went to a party in the Carnegie garden of the Cooper Hewitt. It was a perk of membership. Today, for one of my art dates with LisaMaria, I again joined the Museum. Whenever I sit outside at the Cooper Hewitt, as Lisa and I did for lunch, I think of being at that garden party with Burt. I expect that I will go to their summer festivities soon and I will return to the galleries again soon.
this is our life 