Saturday afternoon...

 There is an oppressive "nothingness" about this day---at least for me. Maybe after the first week of radiation which seemed to work well, it is to be expected. It is dank and cloudy outside---so little chance for a walk,but where would I walk to---have visited the bookstores every afternoon this week--my stomach is filled--in all fairness, I did enjoy listening to a candidate for Mayor forum a little earlier---have lots of ideas of questions to ask each of the candidates. But that is over now---the Met has Rosenkavalier as its Saturday broadcast---great final music but a lot of the other music for me just rambles on--did have a great time last winter (2019) when my friend Jen got two comps for the first performance of the season---wow, that really seems like a long time ago. Maybe when I finish this post will return to the broadcast to hear the final exquisite 20 minutes or so of the opera. Worth slugging through all the talk just to hear that.

One of the posters on one of the sites that I visit is welcoming stories by those of us who grew up in the Bronx. He is putting together some kind of book from these stories.<. It's funny---when i think of my childhood and adolescence there, I have clear memories, but I can't think of one concrete moment in my childhood that I would wantt to put into print. Why? Maybe I will write about my experiences at Bronx Science---where I felt very alienated. Of course my senior year was dominated by my "hunger" (a better word then lust) for J. Should my memory be about my abortive relationship with that woman. Would that be too intense,,? Somehow, every moment that comes to mind as "writable" has to do with my teen age adventures with a woman. Trying to think of something else, everything comes off as being too "simple": a functional family, a good relationship with my brother, plenty of places to play sports in the neighbohood--it was all so easy. Still, I would like the challenge of writing a piece, and I am greatful that the gentleman has made it open. Will have to think about a proper story to tell.i

Will have to let it all gestate--will report soon.