putting it together..

Here we are, another Saturday. So many different feelings about my "fate".  On one hand I am pleased that the situation in the city and state seems to be improving, in terms of admissions and i c u treatments (less).  That means, perhaps we are a little closer to some kind of "freedom" or resolve of this lockdown. I understand what my "part" is in this. Glad to play it. But the restlessness, the constriction, even with a new computer to where I can explore numerous web sites---still difficult.
It is cold in the morning---lots of wind from yesterday---the afternoon promises to be better--must get out and walk! Probably I will stay in Manhattan today, maybe a bus ride across town and then a walk on second or third avenue north to 96th street, or perhaps even further. Remember when 96th street on the east side was this brutal boundary between the rich and the poor? That is changed now---even as much as 20 years ago, I began to read about coffee shops north of 96th where the white mothers would bring their children and congregate. The first time I read this I was amazed---but that was twenty years ago.
  This reminds me of a day in March 1967. I read that a jewish older man was murdered in the area near Yankee stadium in the Bronx, and that that area, which I had always seen as safe and secure, was changing rapidly---from middle class to poor. Also, that there were "patrols" on the street in response to the increase in muggings and attacks in that area,   I think I was stunned when I read that---I remember calling out sick that afternoon (I was sorting mail in the post office, believe it or not) and going to the area myself. What I saw was a racially mixed area, but still sufficiently white. I don't think I did much exploring that day--- I did not notice anything that I would consider dangerous, but still, the area was changing---the Jewish population that had populated the area for so long would be leaving more and more in the coming years, And the Grand Concourse--one the "Park Avenue of the
Bronx" would be a different world.
Back to the present--have been listening a lot to Natasha and Pierre---love some of that music. The more I listen the more inventive it becomes to me. Not sure what is next, will report soon.