where to now, cityboy

well, not to the rally outside City Hall to protest the rezoning of the Inwood Public Library--although that should be where you are. Why not? Cityboy is tired. Tired from what? From a long trek yesterday through Brooklyn. Yes, my body is not ready for another trip away from the West Side until this evening. Then I have the BAN meeting and I will definitely not miss that. Remind me to "yelp" a few bars in the area, where I might explore after the meeting is over (around 9:15) But remember, cityboy, the lesson from Saturday---a new bar may render you anonymous. (Oh Heaven!)
  So what happened yesterday--well Ben and I met and had a long discussion about politics, neighborhoods and theater, after which we walked from Lincoln Road to Grand Army Plaza, at which time we split, he to his home in Park Slope and I to the library to check my e-mail and look at a few other web sites. I exhausted my time in the library, and then, for some reason, decided to walk to BRIC---actually I waited for the bus to BRIC on Flatbush but when it did not come, I made up my mind to do the walking. So I did, but when the walk was finished, I was incredibly tired. Nothing more to be done but to get on the train at Nevins Street and return to the upper west side. All dreams of visiting bartender Samantha at the new Dive Bar were squashed, as when I returned home, I was incredibly tired. Ironically enough I had not eaten since around 4; in the small restaurant that Ben and I chatted I had a very rich (and very good) Almond Danish. And amazingly enough, it kept me going through the rest of the night. I was amazed that even around 12 or 1 o'clock, on my sleep breaks, I did not feel hungry. So I had nothing in me from around 4 in the afternoon until my coffee around 7 in the morning. Your stomach is strange, cityboy.
 When I leave here I will have about 6 hours until the BAN meeting starts. How to spend that time. Could go to the Met, have not been there in a long while, and it's free (but very crowded---my first choice would be the Kubrick photo exhibit at the Museum of the City of NY, but they won't be open until tomorrow.)Maybe just some serious reading.
  I looked at the Mostly Mozart brochure a little while ago, it made me think of spring and summer of 67, when I was supporting myself by sorting mail in the 33rd street post office--also, during that time, I was fascinated by Mozart's music. I tried to listen to almost everything he wrote, took records out of the Lincoln Center library as much as I could. I worshiped and became enthralled by the piano concertos, of course, the fact that I could discuss them with my friend Richard was a big help.
  Yes, that was a lonely time, I had believed that night post office work would give me time to audition, yet I found myself turned off by the system, not getting any auditions, and longing for some kind of "normal" social life. That finally changed when in July of 67, I left the post office after getting a social work job at Riverdale Children's Association---that is a story in itself better for another time.
Anyway, will report tomorrow on the night's events, tune in to see if cityboy conquered a new bar with his expertise and charm, or whether he was frozen out of the proceedings. Report to follow.