at Dixon Place....

this Saturday, saw an interesting piece by a young Caribbean playwright, performed at the top floor. Interesting  but fun was meeting up with Sibyl before hand (havn't seen her in a while, really good to see her) and then chatting afterwards with Shayna and Sarah, both of whom I know from different places. Really good theater conversation, felt very at home and (dare I say it) "powerful" in my discussion---will see them again, I am sure---then I went to La Flaca---not much going on there, three guys at the bar were kind of loud, but got my barbecued chicken, which I think I really needed. Then home.
Yesterday, after session at 12, headed for (finally!) Brooklyn. Nice day made traveling very viable. Stopped off and had coffee at Cobra, wanted to watch most of Vikings Seahawks game, but kind of boring. Vikings looked in charge when I left, right before half time break. Later found out that they lost, but not by much.Game very defensive oriented, lots of commercials to break up pretty dull action. It was time to travel, I knew my ultimate destination would be South Fourth, but did not want to go there immediately.
So the long walk began---first, down Wycoff to Hart, then towards Broadway, stopped off at Molasses, a book store, browsed a bit, store located on Hart between Wilson and Knickerbocker, amazed at the amount of new buildings just on that street. Continued to Broadway, then decided to follow the southeast path of Broadway a few stops, so I walked from Kosciousko street to Halsey. Bushwick on one side of Broadway; Bed-Stuy on the other. Fascinated by the way both the north south streets (Patchen, Ralph, Howard, Saratoga) and east west streets (Quincy, Gates, Madison etc) all have the same origin point. Malcolm X boulevard, which I consider an eastern border of Bed_Stuy begins so close to the beginning of Bushwick, can't believe that the four avenues I mention go further.
Must do more walking around there, as temperatures improve.
Finally got on J at Halsey, when I got off at Marcy, a downpour was happening. Unbelievable, as I watched it, I could see to the west, a clear sky with the sun shining. A summer storm in early January? What next---what does it augur about our future weather.
At South fourth, good conversation with movie producer friend (whose name escapes me) and three girls who had wandered in from the rain. Their names: Mackenzie, Christina and Joelle. All had been in NY for around a year. Hung out with them for about an hour, gave Mackenzie (the most vivacious of the group) some info on rent stabilization in NYC.---when they left, returned to watching next football game.
But that was not all. Wanted to go to Jack at Waverly and Fulton, but how?
Bob's traveling in Brooklyn rule number one: when going from one section of Brooklyn to another never travel via Manhattan. So waited for about 20 minutes for the 62---that took me from Roebling and Broadway to Park and Washington (one block east of Waverly) from their, walked the seven or eight blocks to Fulton---houses on Washington looked truly beautiful---and arrived at Jack to hear a jazz concert that was a benefit to raise money for Tamir Rice. Said hello to Alex, the conceiver of Jack, and then listened for about an hour and a half, really tired after that, jumped on C train at Washington (amazingly enough, it came very quickly) and returned home.
Have been up since 3 this morning---waiting for phone call from Friends (it did not come) and dealing with no heat. But the heat has since been restored, and so has my equilibrium..