Tuesday morning, saddened....

by the New Yorker article that I browsed at the neighborhood Barnes and Noble. Just what I read---the article about immigrants living in America or trying to escape into America, being sent back and being hurt or killed when they return, has me very saddened. How can one think of one's own personal happiness in the face of what the article tells us?  Again, this incredible dichotomy seems to dominate one's life. Is it possible to be resolved?
   What about the rest of the weekend, after leaving the library Sunday morning? Well, headed (even though it was cold) to Bushwick to watch playoff games at Cobra Club. Spent the whole day there, from about 1 to 8. Interacted with an interesting cast of characters, all at Cobra either to just hang out, or to watch the games. Had a good conversation with my friend Paul---a musician, now working at Brooklyn College--whom I have known for about 5 years. We spoke about life, smart phones and getting through moments. Then an interesting conversation with one of the women regulars at the bar named Wesleigh---which ended when I felt a need to return home---needed to rest after the long day. I expect to see her again at the bar sometime soon. Final moments of the Minnesota--New Orleans game was exciting so it was a good end to the evening.
  Yesterday night, I attended an interesting new play at The Tank-an off off Broadway theater that specializes in new work. Very idealistic place. The play was a surreal piece about Topeka Kansas, a hotel that stood over everything. My friend Jess directed it---she did a beautiful job and the five actors she cast were totally authentic. Lots of interesting ins and outs, as it moves from realistic to surrealistic.The work was done with great imagination. Afterwards, being very hungry I went to the Chinese restaurant near where I live and had greatly needed soup and pork friend rice. Very filling, cityboy knows that his stomach is really not able to carry all of that---but had to do it anyway. Still feeling the results today.
  Tonight, not sure, after two sessions how I will feel--maybe just hang out at the Dive Bar, can't say.
The Jewish film festival is offering some interesting films. 
 Yesterday, I finished the book I was reading all weekend, the Brother, by Steven Roberts, about Ethel Rosenberg's brother, David, whose testimony was in many ways responsible for sending Ethel and her husband Julius to the electric chair. Very intense reading---the Rosenberg's fascinate me, as I think I have said on this blog before, their two children, Michael and Robby were very close in age to my brother and myself. And yet we lived in a totally secure and functional family environment, far away from any chaos. I try to understand how the Rosenberg children, facing so many disruptions in their early lives, could have coped with them. Ultimately they turned out very well---the whole story seems to fascinate me endlessly.
  So that is it---will report the next time about today's activities.