Is 69 the New 27?   1 comment

People of a certain age, my age, may (or may not ) remember the fear of 27 that was prevalent among the earliest wave of baby boomers in 1970. I wonder if there’s a name for the  fear of 27. I  know there’s a name for the fear of 13. It’s triskaidekaphobia. If you think that’s hard to pronounce, try spelling it.

(Since I went to the trouble of googling fear of 13 to find the term, I might as well share where it stems from. Wikipedia lists several sources, The Last Supper, being one. Judas was the last one seated at the table – the Twelve apostles, and then Mr Iscariot.)

As for 27, it was an age we feared reaching because of the “trouble comes in threes” deaths of three of our most beloved rock stars:

Jimi Hendrix on September 18, 1970

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Janis Joplin on October 4, 1970

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Jim Morrison on  July 3, 1971

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Since they were all 27 when they died, we Baby Boomers were sure we’d never survive that dreaded year either. I know it sounds dramatic, viewed this many years later, but hey, it was all about us. Wasn’t everything about us? Even though it would be another three years before we started to turn 27 in 1973, and we’d lost no one else in the intervening years, we all breathed a sigh of relief when we turned 28.

The deaths of David Bowie and Alan Rickman last week at age 69 brought it all back. Ironically those of us who were the first to blow out 27 candles are all 69 now. Just saying.

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NO!!!!!!!   2 comments

That’s the word I heard over and over on Monday morning as the news hit me in the face. And it was my own voice uttering it. It was 7 AM, and I had woken up early enough to have made coffee and fed the cats in time to catch the Today Show from the very start. There it was, a head shot of David Bowie filled the screen. And although the photo could have been a teaser, signaling anything, it being the morning after the Golden Globe awards, a sinking feeling in my stomach told me what it was. And sure enough my awful suspicion found confirmation  in Matt Lauer’s voice. “Dead at the age of 69, after an 18 month battle with cancer.”

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I must have stood there, protesting no! no! no! no! for at least 2 minutes before sinking to the recliner. I am still surprised by my numbness – akin to, but of course not the same, as when I got the phone call telling me my brother had lost the same battle over twenty years ago.

My Discovery

Four days later, I’m still trying to figure out why I am so deeply affected. Maybe it’s because I feel that I “discovered” him. It was, I hate to admit, 44 years ago, and there I was, a romantic Yank who had fallen in love with a a Brit, and the city in which he lived. On vacation from my teaching job back in NY, I wandered London all day while he was at work.( I know a dirty job, but someone had to do it!)

On this day, I was in our neighborhood, Finsbury Park, and passing the renowned  Rainbow Theater, the site of so many rock concerts.

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On this afternoon, a line of people seeking to buy tickets, snaked around the corner.(Yes, this was before the age of Ticketron and Ticketmaster.) I looked up at the marquee and wondered “Who the heck is Ziggy Stardust? (it was also before the WTF era) It wouldn’t be until the next year that his song, Space Oddity, hit the New York airwaves, and I would learn that the voice singing Ground Control to Major Tom belonged to David Bowie whom I’d already “met”, as  Ziggy Stardust.

The years passed and I moved into my own apartment and probably annoyed my neighbors with the Ziggy/Bowie voice. I do recall the upstairs neighbor banging on his floor(my ceiling? It’s a matter of semantics) with a broomstick but I was probably playing the Stones.

I still have the albums, and somewhere (?) a third one, Station to Station

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but since I have no turntable, the neighbors are safe.

My Mile Marker

All the news reports made a point of pointing out Bowie died just four days after releasing his latest album on his birthday  And this may have added to my emptiness. I was quite aware that January 8th was his birthday because I waited for it each year.

You see, I used to have a BFF, Rosalie, back in college and my early 20s. Her birthday was January 3 , four days after mine. I can’t believe that at such a tender age aging bothered me, but I would not call or see her for those four days until she “caught up” to me.

Rosalie eventually went her way and I went mine and we lost contact and somehow David Bowie took her place as my personal mile marker. He was born nine days after I was so I took solace each year when he caught up to me. If he could stay “young” and hip, so could I. I guess I’m on my own now.

 

 

 

 

 

Why?   2 comments

Now that the cold temperatures are here and I have no garden tales to tell, I’m finally getting around to a subject I’ve been mulling around for some time. It’s a topic that’s near and dear to my heart – shopping. However it’s not my heart strings that are being tugged, it’s my brain that’s being confounded. You see, one word rings over and over in my mind, and that word is Why?

It all began when I noticed big-time ground breaking on Route 6 right next to the entrance to Cortlandt Town Center last spring. Route 6 is our major shopping strip, and Cortlandt Town Center is our major shopping center. It’s not spectacular but  in addition to these establishments, it has what I need to get by.

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Months went by, and several buildings began to take shape –  boxy squat shapes. However there were no “coming soon” signs and since they were too small to be Trader Joe’s, the only establishment that would send me into ecstasy, I lost interest as summer brought me big and better things to look forward to.

When September rolled around, I decided to treat Mighty Mouse, my grey compact station wagon, to an oil change and maintenance service. After all, he’d been good to me all summer. The dealership is on Route 6 directly across from the mystery construction spot.

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As I settled into my seat in the waiting lounge, and accessed WiFi, I looked up and across the wide street and saw that the word was out. The mystery was over.

Revelation #1:

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But wait, isn’t this inside the shopping center:

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Revelation #2

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You mean this one inside isn’t enough?

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or this one either?

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And then there was revelation #3.

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Of course, just what the world needs, another Starbucks. Especially since tucked within  Barnes and Nobles is a nice cozy….

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Oh well, variety is the spice of life, I guess.

 

PS. I have since been informed that GNC and Vitamin Shoppe appeal to totally different markets: the body builders and jocks vs the health-conscious. Oh well, live and learn……. and shop!

 

 

 

 

 

I Know I Should Be Worried, But…….   4 comments

I, for one, am enjoying what so far has been a glorious non-winter. November is already on the books as the warmest in record-keeping history, and while we still have ten more days of December, it looks like a sure shot. It was nearly seventy degrees two Sundays ago when I saw Christmas shoppers strolling around in t-shirts, and a friend of mine told me she dug out her flip-flops. It was as if I were still in San Jose! Yes, yes, I know I, when I lived there I complained that I missed having four seasons…..but I lied! Or rather I didn’t realize what I was missing were three of the four seasons.

So why should I worry? (Hey shades of Mad Magazine  – if you’re old enough to remember Alfred E. Newman, wasn’t that his name? The guy with the space between his teeth. For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about – sorry for the interruption – back to  the warm weather.

I know the immediate explanation is a very strong El Nino, but I fear the looming  backdrop is climate change. Still I am thankful and, were I to wake up to a blizzard in the morning, I’d still view each of the days we’ve had as a wonderful gift and one less day of cold for the 2015-16 winter. I was talking to a woman on the train over the weekend and she issued a warning. “It’s going to come sooner or later, and when it does, it’s going to arrive with a wallop.  Part of me knows she’s right but the other part says no, this is normal from here on in!

This past weekend we did have a break of winter. It wasn’t bad as New York winters go – low thirties overnight and low forties all day. If this were a normal winter, it might be considered a warm day. But it’s not, so everyone was freezing.

Some of the diehards in my garden, since it takes the first snow fall to put them to sleep for the winter, are still awake and enjoying this Christmas gift from Mother Nature too

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Even the azalea bush!!!!!

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As of this morning, the forecast for Christmas Eve is seventy-one degrees! Merry Christmas my green friends!

And for everyone reading this, in the words of Tiny Tim  – A Merry Christmas to us all. And God Bless us everyone.

 

Huh?   4 comments

The long Thanksgiving Day weekend offered me two chances to visit my version of the promised land – Manhattan, of course. Is there anyone out there who wants to promise me enough money to afford am apartment there? No? can’t blame me for asking, after all nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Anyway, as usual I had my camera at the ready, and this was good since there was a Thanksgiving cornucopia of signs that made me wonder.

How grateful do you have to be to deserve two ts?

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Yep, that’s grattitude for you!

I snapped this one on Thanksgiving afternoon!

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H&M. Aren’t you jumping the gun a wee bit?

Wow! 7-11 actually makes coffee every day!

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Have no idea what Feed The pig is, but if someone wants to find out, let me know! All I know is I’m already many people’s eccentric relative, Two out of three ain’t bad.

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but is I were the rich eccentric relative I could have my own apartment in Manhattan……..with my own terrace………and own river view……..my own doorman………….and………..and………and my own pony

Just kidding about the pony. Marcel, Marceau, & Marble would put their foot down on that one.

 

If they ever figure out how to untangle their feet!

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Posted December 2, 2015 by virginiafair in New York City, Uncategorized

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Messing With Father Time   3 comments

The clock over my sink drew a second look from many visitors to the House of Mars this summer. My cousin Janet, visiting from Brooklyn, thought she’d entered a time warp. What else would explain the fact that she arrived on the 4:10 train, then accompanied me on a detour home to forage the necessities for making watermelon margaritas, and yet arrived in my kitchen at 4:20. Others were less dramatic, and just asked outright “Is that clock right?” My answer to all seekers remained the same – yes, kind of.

You see, I’ve hated climbing up to take it down to turn the clock forward, or back, as the season and the news programs dictate. And so this year, after several months of conveniently forgetting, I decided on July first since I was as close to Eastern Standard Time as I was to Daylight Savings Time, I’d just bide my time until the clock would sync itself with reality.

Or so I thought until the middle of August when it became permanently 3:42 over-the-sink-in-the kitchen-of-The-House-of- Mars. The battery up and died, and so unless I wanted to live a life just short of the witching hour of British tea time, I’d have to climb up there after all.

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Score one for Father Time. Score another advanced case of procrastination for me – I decided to wait until November 1 to do both, fall back (not off the ladder, I hoped), and change the battery.

Finally the day arrived.

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I checked the clock. I needed AA

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Thanks to my friend, John, an emergency-phobe, I always keep a box-load of batteries to tide me over though any power outage. I checked my stash.

every thing but AA

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Lesson learned – Don’t Mess with Father Time

 

Distracted From My Mission   4 comments

I was on a mission, an advance party charged with finding a restaurant. I had several criteria. Since we would be attending a 7 PM music event on the West Side of Manhattan immediately afterwards, it had to be in the vicinity of West 72nd Street, and since it was early September, which is technically late summer, we preferred it have outdoor cafe seating.

Normally I’d let my  fingers do the walking and make reservations on Open Table, but since my train got in at 4-ish, and we planned to eat at 5:30, which is early by New York standards, I knew I’d have no trouble finding a place. I decided to walk over from Grand Central and take a look in person

Well, it didn’t take long for me to become totally distracted I had progressed but one block  when all it took was one well-displayed sign in a store window.

DSCN2029I knew what a variance was, having sought the help of my friendly town building department in pinpointing the location of my septic system years ago. I was told a variance had been issued for it. That was all they know

“what’s that mean?” I asked.

“It’s an exception to the rule.”

Curious to see what was going on after hours, I turned the corner and proceeded to the next sign.

DSCN2028Ooooooh, gross

DSCN2032Of course I had to make my way around the entire building

DSCN2030Is the whole thing rat-infested?

I finally tore myself away and proceeded onward when total panic struck. My heart rate actually increased. Had I crossed the border into a parallel world? Into another dimension? I stepped back. Here I was on the corner of 50th Street and Fifth Avenue, but where was St Patrick’s Cathedral? Had aliens absconded with it? I mean where could a cathedral that took up a square block disappear to?  I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, and stepped back to logically assess the situation. There had to be a logical explanation. And there it was.

DSCN2035I was on the corner of 50th Street

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So distracted had I been by the rat poison sign, that in my desire to explore, I’d turned north a block early onto Madison Avenue without even realizing.

But time was a-wasting, and I was on a mission. I gradually wound my way north and west when ……..what was this? It was a typical Halal food cart but I’d never seen so many people lined up at a pushcart. DSCN2037

I decided to research the matter scientifically and do some comparisons.

DSCN2042right next door

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Even an ice cream truck just as people were getting out of work on a hot evening proved to be no competition.

DSCN2045But maybe that’s because it wasn’t Mr Softee.

(If you’re not a New Yorker, you don’t know that after years of luring successive generations of children out of their homes for soft serve ice cream cones with its annoying music, Mr Softee raised such ire that a newer prissier New York City issued noise restrictions targeting the trucks during the reign of King Giuliani)

But oh my goodness, time was a-wasting.

Well I managed to find a few restaurants then proceeded on to meet my friends on our agreed-upon corner. They suggested a restaurant they’d passed on the way over from the Museum of Natural History, where they’d spent the afternoon. And what are the odds? Of all the restaurants on the West Side, it was the one at the top of my list!

End of story.

Well, not quite. A few weeks later I found an article about the opening of Urban Space Vanderbilt, a new upscale midtown food court…..

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right down the street from the rat building.

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