From 2016:
You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one. - John Lennon
Over the past few days, amidst funeral plans, vigils and protests, we have seen the children, really young adults, of Parkland, Florida raise their voices.
Next week my husband and I are travelling to Charlotte, North Carolina and then on to Charleston, South Carolina. In researching what to do in Charleston-my good friend from high school lives in Charlotte so she’ll be our “tour guide” there-it became apparent to me how rich Charleston is in history, culture, and cuisine. It also became quickly obvious how different Charleston’s culture was to ours here in the Northeast.
If my recollections remain correct I’ve called ten places home, three almost a sort of hiatus between more longer term stays. I thought about that as my son looks forward to his latest home. Two shared with his parents. My son experienced three of the City’s five boroughs as a home. I’ve remained in Queens with a brief early stay across its eastern border. Some experience many homes. Some not so many. My daughter has only known two homes; her mom four.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems to me that all of the shooters in the recent spate of our country's massacres are male.
I have followed the commentary closely and not one person has made this distinction to my mind.
If anyone can explain it I would welcome it. Said another way, why don't females engage in such carnage?
It was with nostalgic sadness that I learned that the venerable pre war Port Washington movie theater closed. Of course, with the advent of Netflix and their competitors it should not be surprising. Sad still, nonetheless.
The Academy Awards will be announced on March 4th and in preparation therefor we try to see as many of the nominated films as possible (in the remaining theaters).
Last Sunday, we got to the museum a little early and found our way to the room. The leader of the workshop asked each of us to introduce ourselves and say what we expected from the workshop. “I’m Ben and I’m here to escape outside of my comfort zone.” It was a workshop in tie-dying at the Jewish Museum in New York and was given in conjunction with an exhibit at the Museum.