every moment has been full

What a day! If life is a dream, today was an epic! We walked thru a silent Times Square, empty of everything but the neon and brilliant signage, red and white confetti drifting in the air. I went to order something at “Wichcraft” in Bryant Park, only to have a woman hold up a huge hand lettered sign that said “CLOSED!”, right as we were engaged in a great discussion on spellwork and the craft. We walked thru the Morgan Library and saw an early Morte de Arthur, some of the first tarot cards, and books covered with handwritten author’s notes and annotations, including Oscar Wilde, Mary Shelley William Blake, and Hemingway. We ate in a converted garage, every plate different, and chandeliers a-go-go, while a jazz quartet wowed us with young coolness. We shopped on Canal street, with vendors whispering and chanting “Coach, Fendi, Vuitton, DVD’s” with knock-offs a plenty surrounding us. We had drinks at a bar where the bathrooms themselves were an art installation. We went to an art opening populated primarily by Russians,. We met up with Reya's fabulous niece and her husband, seasoned New Yorkers and showed our age by not being able to carry on thru the night to see the do-wop band in the east village. By that time, it was just too much.

Every sense is satiated, every moment has been full. Reya took some pictures, but how can either of us really explain the intensity and brilliance of this day? This epic needs 1oo,ooo words and counting to really be told, but I'm just too tuckered out.

What will happen tomorrow? It’s New York. All bets are off.

U2 Lyrics - New York

In New York freedom looks like too many choices
In New York I found a friend to drown out the other voices
Voices on the cell phone
Voices from home
Voices of the hard sell
Voices down the stairwell
In New York, just got a place in New York

In New York summers get hot well into the hundreds
You can walk around the block without a change of clothing
Hot as a hair dryer in your face
Hot as handbag and a can of mace
New York, I just got a place in New York
New York, New York

In New York you can forget, forget how to sit still
Tell yourself you will stay in
But it's down to Alphaville

New York, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York

The Irish have been coming here for years
Feel like they own the place
They got the airport, city hall, concrete, asphalt, they even got the police
Irish, Italians, Jews and Hispanics
Religious nuts, political fanatics in the stew
Living happily not like me and you
That's where I lost you...New York

New York, New York
New York, New York

In New York I lost it all to you and your vices
Still I'm staying on to figure out my mid life crisis
I hit an iceberg in my life
But you know I'm still afloat
You lose your balance, lose your wife
In the queue for the lifeboat

You got to put the women and children first
But you've got an unquenchable thirst for New York

New York, New York
New York, New York

In the stillness of the evening
When the sun has had its day
I heard your voice a-whispering
Come away child

New York, New York