more stuff. about Chatlottesville..

on Facebook. It is troublesome, takes me a while to stop my imagination from running freely and anticipating something unfortunate. But I don't think this will really happen. I need space, away from the computer to sort things out.

  I had hoped to make today's blog about the next four days: busy days for the cityboy. Tonight, will go to Crown Heights Tenants Association to help make a "pitch" for them to become a sponsor for the 9/9 march. Before that, might participate in the vigil at Throop and Gates, displaying anger for one more shooting in Bed-Stuy. The Association is located about 15 blocks from the vigil, so it should be a nice walk, or interesting bus ride, between the two places. Maybe after that will deliver a few flyers to my friend Kim at South fourth, waiting to hear from her. My partner for tonight will be Zakiyah, and it will probably be she who makes the presentation. She is a young, friendly, and feisty woman---always fun to be with. Should be interesting.

  Last night had to examine my choices. Wanted to see Bobby, the owner of La Flaca, whom I have not seen in a while, so I ventured down there to hang out and eat. Before that, on my way to the A train at Columbus Circle, I was "accosted" by a young man who tried to get me to go up to a new bar in the Columbus Circle venue. He was there with a young woman and a security guard---we had some good banter as he tried to convince me to go up there, and I tried to explain that I couldn't at the time. (Actually I could have---I did not have to be at La Flaca at any given time). It's nice to know that I was "looking good" enough to have him "solicit" me as a possible patron of what must be an upscale bar. But they had just re-opened, so I guess they were looking for people. Anyway, I continued to La Flaca, arrived there, only to be told be bartender Anton that Bobby had gone for the day. I was disappointed, but decided to stay anyway, and watch the Yankee-Mets game---later I was joined by Sam (Samantha) a La Flaca regular who I am friends with, and her friend Ben. They both live in the East River co-ops that are about 5 blocks east of the restaurant. They both come from families that were the first tenants there, when the project opened in the fifties. So these apartments have been passed on, allowing further generations to remain there. Interesting NYC history. I thought that I might head over to  Metrograph and catch a showing of the 9:30 movie there, but the conversation was going well, so I decided to stay at La Flaca.
   I left around 9;40---the subway was near, but I wanted to walk---it was too nice to go indoors, and I was not that tired--I wandered over to Ludlow and Broome--as I was walking north towards Delancey I noticed a bar that I had not seen before. It was small and dimly lit--another bar! I thought--but the bartender was taking a break outside, and he and I (his name was Matt) engaged in an interesting conversation about that bar, bars with and without televisions, and some other things. Very spontaneous conversation--I enjoyed it--he invited me to return to the bar (called Left Field) on the days that he was working. Wow! Cityboy is a real favorite among bartenders. Never expected that, early in my adult life. Well, strange (and interesting) how these  things turn out.

  Remember, cityboy--you still need some dress clothes for your trip to California for your niece's wedding. Don't wait too long---you can't attend the wedding or the pre-wedding party in dungarees, you know. Get to work--will report on today's stories, tomorrow.