48 hours...

Wow! seem to have experienced so much in the last 48 hours; yesterday a great day tutoring---three different children, three different dilemmas--have never felt more productive---came early to my first appointment which is a block and a half from the apartment house in which I was raised. Wondered around the area for a while---quiet, almost pastoral, for a Sunday morning---tried to get a bead on the racial and ethnic make up of the neighborhood now (I assumed it was mostly middle class black and hispanic) but very few people were out on the streets, saw one black woman leaving for church---went into the lobby of an apartment house where an old friend had lived 13 years ago; did not find his name, checked the directory---still many Jewish names--many women's names---widows? never marrieds? I felt like I was at a Mixer 50 years ago--wondered on Bronx Park East, still looks very peaceful---what an amazing number of new buildings that were built 1957 plus---some apartment houses have terraces, must have stabilized the neighborhood---remember growing up all the lots and empty spaces around the area---then the WSS tape, learning of the death of Steve Ryan, my brother's frend from high school----everything put in perspective---finally just a feeling of being very productive, want to do more tutoring...see what happens...