64th and the same. Longest walk I have taken in two days. The body really begged for it--really went for it---legs strong as I made the trip. Then I returned and wanted to go to this blog and write something. This, after a "harsh" day that did not seem like it was working out too well. But actually if you look at the facts, cityboy accomplished a lot.
1 Laundry (well, it was necessary)
2. Two e mails describing my current life and feelings to two different women (ironically they are both situated now in the Chicago area). a lot of strong writing which I am proud of, I hope they find the main thrust of these descriptive e mails interesting. Both have descriptions of the face book group that I have joined called: Growing Up in the Bronx, 50's 60's 70's, and my disappointment that most of the posters, who definitely do not live in the Bronx now, enjoy their memories, but show no interest in the people who live in the areas where they grew up now.
Yesterday, did catch the Sondheim tribute---saw most of it yesterday, and finished what I did not see today. My favorites: Brandon Uranowitz singing We've So Little to be Sure Of, from Anyone Can Whistle---that song has so much depth and power---Ms. Lupone singing the title song from that show--showing remarkable restraint and sensitivity and There Won't Be Trumpets, song by Sutton Foster also from that show. Donna Murphy gave a beautiful rendition of Send In the Clowns and the whole group, headed by Them Sesma singing Somewhere In the Tree. Others were good---those were the ones that reached me the most (though I am probably blocking one or two others).
A moment of calm--much needed--not sure about the night--some interesting choices on the computer--also check out WQXR, on the radio---wish me luck, will report soon.
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