Category Archives: my city and neighborhood

New York sunlight (and New York joys)

      “The grass that grows by absorbing the life-giving energy of the sun becomes [in Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass] a metaphor of ‘the ceaseless springing forth of life from death.’” — David S. Reynolds, Walt Whitman: A … Continue reading

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some of my best friends …

      “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” “Don’t cry over spilt milk.” “A watched pot never boils.” “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.” “A stitch in time saves nine.” “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound … Continue reading

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when a man is tired of New York …

    “I suggested a doubt, that if I were to reside in London, the exquisite zest with which I relished it in occasional visits might go off, and I might grow tired of it. JOHNSON. ‘Why, Sir, you find … Continue reading

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in a towered city, far from the busy hum of men

            I had an appointment in the City this afternoon. Having been remiss about walking lately, I decided to walk home. It takes me about two and a half hours. Walking is an excellent antidote … Continue reading

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waiting for …

    “New Yorkers are accustomed to waiting. They wait, usually with Job-like patience, for a long-overdue train to pull into the station. …” — editorial, New York Times, February 28, 2018     *****************************************************     This is typical … Continue reading

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happiness is … an expectant concert audience

                          “As soon as I enter the door of a tavern, I experience oblivion of care, and a freedom from solicitude. There is nothing which has yet been … Continue reading

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the ferry

                photographs by Roger W. Smith       *****************************************************     The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings—on the walk in the street, and the passage over the … Continue reading

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