just read an article on..

Brooklfield Management---run by a very aggressive guy. Won't go into the details now, but the idea of amassing all that money, and doing things with it. Compared to that, Cityboy operates on a very small scale. Why? What makes my needs different from the man who runs the company that is buying much of homes around Barclays? Save for another time.
 Saturday---a rediculously hot day---met my fellow marchers as planned at about 12 at the appointed place. Parkside and Ocean, where the 9/15 march will begin. The five of us walked north on Franklin and then Washington--and while we did we hung up flyers. Somehow, cityboy was not good with this---I think he just wanted to walk---found that stopping for hanging up flyers annoyed him. By Brooklyn Museum and then the Grand Army Plaza, cityboy felt out of it---the heat absorbing him, it seemed impossible to complete the rest of the practice march. And yet what to do, cityboy was still coordinating with Antoinette who was to meet us at the Old Stone House on 3rd street and 4th avenue. He told the group he was splitting from them, then cut across the plaza and south on Prospect Park West until Garfield Place. West on Garfield, by this time he was really tired and depleted, yet he remembered to look for the brownstone where, in 1968, his friend Jon Green and his wife Sasha were living---the first time he ever went to Park Slope. What an odd journey that evening---the N to 34th and then the F on that winding trip around Red Hook and into the slope. Walking down seventh avenue for the first time, noticing how quiet and small townish it was. The first of many trips to the Slope that year, and of course in years to come. If I were to stop here, and just tell you my Park Slope adventures between 68 and 76, it would take up a whole blog. So I will stop here, and continue on Saturday's journey.
  Finally reached 4th Avenue and 3rd Streetm Antoinette came soon after---so did the group that had walked the regular way. They went on with Antoinette to Sunset Park and Industry City, while, I, much too tired, went my own way. A yogurt and coffee afterwards, and then I returned home as the afternoon came to its end.
 Not much else to say,  I was incredibly tired--did not leave the apartment once I returned, needed no food, just an awful amount of rest.
 Yesterday, first stop Cobra to hang with my friend Olivia, and watch the farce of a baseball game between the Yanks and the hapless Blue Jays. Then walked across the Bushwick grid from Wycoff ot Broadway vis DeKalb. Met friend Clint later for coffee, first time seeing him since South fourth closing---good conversation--ironically he had an extra ticket for the closing night in the park. I was tempted to use it, but I was tired, and the stomach was a little crazy---decided not to. Returned home, stopped off on Rivington Street for some good hummus, and that was all. Restless night, not much sleep, put a lot of things together in my mind---today, after a tutoring session (the first all summer) and seeing my apartment cleaned, feeling much more relaxed and alive.
  Tonight the BAN meeting---after that...?