so on. With two weeks to go, city boy is restless! Actually it is not two weeks, more like 12 days, or maybe 11. But still time to get through, rather than congradulating yourself on your excellent money management, city boy, you can never satisfy yourself enough. Still ambivalent about the horses---had a nice time last night watching Cunningham dancers---thought, while watching them last night, that we have come so far since Papp set down his actors (or whatever) in the Amphitheater on the East River off the projects in 1954, or thereabouts. Now, free art for everyone, then it seemed unheard of--but what of the audience, this one, mostly white, middle-upper class, is this who free art is intended for---have to go to Von King Park in Bed-Stuy to discover if poorer people really participate in this.
Found out that my schedule at the FRinge this year is fairly easy, atleast in comparison to other scehedules. Good or bad? Cityboy always feels a little guilty if he doesn't carry his full share, but may turn out to be a blessing, since it will give me more time to work with Chelsea when she returns. Lots of wandering this week...? since it may be cityboy's last chance.
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