rescue....who is Nancy, you might ask? My friend on the block, career NYC teacher, who says she is able to re-enter me into NYC school system? Exhiliration followed! All of a sudden, the prospect of
teaching every day, being part of a school network without stop, seems really good and exciting!
Moved from a very different place then I was last night---found myself too tired to see Shadows at
Jack. Fortunately, I did not reserve tickets---went instead to Two Moons, my savior Park Slope coffee place-bar. Relaxed and had coffee (Americano) finished reading Triburbia by Karl Greenfield, a good, skillful read---am left with Junot Diaz' short stories for today and possibly tomorrow as the libraries are
closed. Walked the several blocks down fourth from 2nd street to BAM. Ofcourse, lots of stories went through my mind, but with the advent of Nancy's intervention (possible anyway) they seem to have all disappeared. Fourth avenue---what a trip! the city boy gasps when he remembers fourth avenue in the eighties, as he trekked it to go to a friend's dance concerts on Douglass between 3rd and 4th. Never dangerous but pretty deserted. Who could have fortold the history of the city or the story of 4th avenue
in the last twenty seven years. But here we are.....Other memories as well, but hold on them. Tonight
will probably go to clubbed thumb at Wild Project--have already payed for it (not much) so might as well go. After, possibly will try to see Margo Sherman's brief piece at TNC free LES festival. Havn't seem Margo in a long time---should touch base with her. Anyway, report to follow....
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