two current visions...

of the moment. Have just read a Times Real Estate article which blithely discusses how purchasers of two million dollar condos want a garden on the roof of their apartment house. My God, is this what we need now? Just a moment before that I went to the page of a woman whom I knew well (and liked---well maybe that is a little too "soft" a description)  when I was a student at Hopkins. She does not post much, but an older post of hers talks about the pre-mature death of her parents when they were killed when a truck crashed into them. I remember receiving a postcard from her telling me of this, in August of 1963. She had not written in a while, and I wondered why not, then I received the postcard. Strange, the sadness and my familiarity with the memory, really got to me. How does one come to terms with a memory like this.? Will stop now...let's go on to the present.
   This afternoon I will head to the Bronx, specifically Jerome Avenue and 167street where on forum on gentrification (it might also be a walk) will begin. I am bringing flyers for the BAN march on the 9nth. It should be interesting, and of course, being back in the Bronx, will bring back memories, even as I try to focus on the present---as those art deco buildings remind me so much of the past.
   Last night--in spite of being tired, decided to go to the Reparations project at JACK. This night a movie was shown:"The Price of Memory (a very different type of memory than the one that is described in the first paragraph)  which dealt with the slave heritage of Jamaica in the Caribbean, and the many monuments there and in London and Liverpool that were built by slave owners from their profits made, solely by the slave trade. Much of it was informative and meaningful, however the last half hour, mostly dealing with the demands for reparations that Jamaicans are asking from the English government, I found to be very repetitive..Discussion afterwards, touched on some points, but also seemed long. The movie seemed to incite a lot of feelings from those who were there--so I guess you could call it effective. Afterwards, stopped off at Pizza parlor near BAM (not my favorite one near there,  which was already closed) and then took the subway (the Q and the 1) back to the apartment. I simply did not feel like going into a bar to watch the Yankee-Red Sox game, and spending over $13.00 for a meal. In all fairness, I was tired, also---I returned the the apartment just as the Yankee loss was ending.
   Tomorrow, there is a "practice' march for the 9/9 event---it starts at 11:30 at Barclays Center. Will I go? Well, when I woke up this morning, I felt there was no way that I would accept the challenge of the walk, but now I think it may be possible and meaningful. An interesting challenge, though I don't think anyone would be upset if I dropped out at some point. Still, I probably won't make my mind up until about 10 tomorrow morning. Will I go? Tune in Monday (I probably won't blog tomorrow) to find out.