an intensely hot, airless afternoon. Finishing up A Diving Rock on the Hudson, Roth's autobiographical novel. But is that all? My enery is very high---but at this point I am unable to move into a more interesting zone. By that I mean, take in a movie at the Lincoln Center theaters, go up to the Bronx and see what is happening around the stadium (maybe someone will offer you a cheap ticket) head out to Brooklyn---just to the Atrium opposite the Harvey. My mind bursts with fantasies of places that I use to go, while I remain here on 76th street. What stops you? Is it the bag? You know you can get it under control; it worked for you at the marvelous Friends graduation---still can't get over that day---it will behave if you want it to---but what? Fantasies of far away places too strong? Not clear---my body asks me to move, my mind wants to play it safe, at least for today. So here I sit, writing this.
No "adventure" tonight, cityboy? So what does the evening hold for you. First, checking out the beginning of the the Yankee-Angel game---should start soon, then maybe, in the hope that the atmosphere is a little more bearable, a walk, probably north on Amsterdam. The street restaurants are always filled, even on a day like this, there should be many people out. Why not go the other way, south to Lincoln Center? Maybe. Somehow, walking on Amsterdam seems to work for me better. At odds---will have to see what happens---stay tuned.
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