Gotten colder as the morning goes on. Cityboy is there to return Paul Auster's novel Invisible (an amazing piece!) which he took out of the Flatbush library two Saturdays ago while he was trying to catch up to the anti-gentrification march (he never did). Now, here is cityboy, sitting in the library on Pacific Street near the crossing of the three avenue with lots of time on his hands. Stomach has improved---I think things will turn out all right. But no plays today, at least one movie and then we will see.
The movie is at the Quad, and it is one of interviews with two women holocaust survivors. Of all the movies to see in NY (and there are many of them) cityboy has chosen that because he feels it is important to process the holocaust memories at this time. Why now? Well, the movie is there, and so this week is his only chance. But processing this infomation is meaningful---what will it leave me with, besides horror and sadness---I don't know. Ironically, later in the day the Quad is showing All That Jazz, Bob Fosse's autobiographical movie musical, about as far away from the holocuast as is possible. I have the chance to see both---I won't see the Fosse musical after the first one.
What about this evening. All theater on TDF is already off the web sit, meaning either movies aor possibly the all baroque concert that the Philharmonic is playing tonight,if senior tickets are available. Also, maybe some bar hopping, might want to return to La Flaca and let everyone know I am all right. It is kind of cold to go back to Brooklyn, to search out my South fourth friends, now, apparently, scattered to the wind.
Tomorrow, off the Prospect Heights for the early evening thanksgiving dinner at cousins' Stan and Kayla's apartment---first went to that party, I think, in 1991. The two girls, Molly and Jessie, not yet born in that year, will be there as well as Matt, the son of Kayla's older sister Kara. Have to remember not to overeat---do not want a reprise of Sunday's "problems": Will report soon.
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