wild and....

wooly, for some reason I am feeling that way now. Just got word that I will be at Friends this Friday, subbing for Kerry, this is good. Yesterday, a really good day traveling through my spots (south fourth, Cobra) in Brooklyn, excellent conversation with many people, really enjoyed my rapport with bartender Susan at Cobra, met several new people watching football (yes watching football). So what is the problem/?
Not sure, mind working very fast, supposed to have tutoring session today, but it seems like it is not going to happen.
Continued reading James Salter's novel, A Sport and a Pastime yesterday as I traveled, still not in love with it, but it seems to be getting better.
Returned to Bronx Saturday evening. Not much happening at art exhibit (though it was interesting to see where different Bronx artists were located), more interesting was the neighborhood itself, now all black and hispanic, functioning normally on a Saturday evening, I watched the families and others walking around 167 street between Jerome Ave and the Concourse. Of course the buildings, what stories they could tell. When exactly did it all change...? Late sixties, early seventies. When was the last Beethoven string quartet played on a phonograph in those buildings? We've been in this territory before, right, city-boy, but somehow I always feel the need to say something eloquent about it---this is inspired by my walking around the neighborhood. Something eloquent but not "magical" Why not...?
After library today, not sure.....possibly Trivia tonight at Boulevard with some friends. Possibly....