Archive for the ‘Washington Square Park’ Tag

A Picture Can Inspire A Thousand Questions   2 comments

People ask me how I come up with some of these posts. I’d never really thought about it but I guess one of my models is, or was George Carlin. Mr Carlin often couched his monologues in the form of a question. In honor of George, let’s get going.

My stroll through Washington Square and Madison Square Parks inspired a couple of questions.

 

DSCN0715Isn’t it next to impossible to rent an apartment or buy a coop in Manhattan if you have a dog?

Some  buildings are more pet-friendly than others but even the most friendly usually have a two animal limit.So where do these people (and their three+ dogs) live? The only explanation I can come up is maybe it’s meant for dog walkers. If you’ve ever seen some of these intrepid people they’re sometimes calmly walking a leashed herd of  six or seven dogs.

 

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Isn’t the city supposed to be a concrete jungle?

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So why do Washington Square’s lilies look like this?

 

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And The House of Mars’s lilies like this?

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Why do Madison Square Park’s ???? look like this?

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And The House of Mars’s ????? like this?

Could it be I’ve hurt its feelings by forgetting its name?

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And why do their hostas look like this?

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And mine like this?

I do have an answer for this one. I have deer. They don’t!

 

 

 

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Hot Time, Summer in the City   5 comments

“Hot Time Summer in the City”

If you’re of  a certain age you’ll recognize that song by The Lovin’ Spoonful. Even if you’re too young to remember, (and as time goes on, I’m finding that when I say that, most people  – sigh – are too young). Now what was I saying oh yes, that you’ll recognize that band name as vintage Sixties!

Well I was in Manhattan on Saturday and, yes ma’am it was  hot time in the city. I hadn’t planned to cover it in the blog, but while walking through Washington Square Park, I couldn’t help but compare it to when I last passed through back in March  – when it was warm time, Spring in the city. If you missed that post, “Spring in My Step”, you  might want  to check it out  so you can see what I’m talking about. That would be… Spring in My Steps

Back then,  the fountain in Washington Square had been empty and bone-dry. But Saturday it was 83 degrees and ,

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who says we, New Yorkers don’t  take cool where we  find it?

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And if you can’t go to The Hampton or “Down The Jersey Shore”?

 

I wasn’t the only one passing through…..

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The tourists were out in full force.

 

I always check out the doggie playground. In the spring, I’d stood there, getting a kick out of their interactions. It always reminds me of my kindergarteners. There are the bullies, the shy ones, the ones  that grab all the toys and run. But for some reason the doggie park was shut down.

But the dogs were out. Look at this poor guy.

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Didn’t anybody tell him to leave his winter coat home?

 

This guy, on the other hand is not only dressed for summer,

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he’s staying hydrated too!

 

On my way to Grand Central I walked through another park.

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And I’m glad I did, their doggie playground was open,

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but not exactly crowded.

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These guys were taking a water break

 

And remember what I said about some dogs being big bullies? Well, here at Madison Square Park, they’ve leveled the playing field.

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The little dogs can be bullied by one of their own!

 

And before I leave you, check out Ms Liberty!

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Lookin’  good, Girlfriend!

Spring in My Steps   3 comments

Spring was here; for one brief day; Saturday. Others think of spending the first warm(ish) day, hiking or biking in the country. I think of making my way down city streets. And as luck would have it, I just happened to be going into Manhattan. Bonus!

The first hint of spring was the fact that I was able to stand on the Peekskill station’s platform while I waited for the train. The station is right on the Hudson and the winter wind blowing across the platform can turn your head inside out. I swear,  it could move half the cars in the parking lot if the station’s structures  didn’t block its force. I take no chances. Winter finds me waiting for the train up here

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Or in here.

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But no matter what time of year, I always take a minute to take in the view. It’s always fit for a postcard. And Saturday I was able to take it all in without the distraction of shivering muscles and chattering teeth.

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By the time I arrived in the city an hour later it was absolutely balmy – for March.

I took the downtown subway halfway to my destination, and since I had nearly an hour to spare before my appointment, I got off three stops early and walked the rest of the way, my route confined to the narrow side streets which hold the “real” New York

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After my appointment, I decided to walk the two and half miles back uptown. But first, I needed sustenance. If you recall in an earlier blog I boasted about never eating at one of the city’s trendy food trucks. Well I can boast no more. I joined the trend.

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Actually it was very efficient. At first I was discouraged by what I thought was a line but was pleased to discover that everyone had already placed their orders and were actually milling about, waiting to receive them. I stepped up to  the window reserved for placing orders and decided on a spicy cheese empanada from the Veggie listing.I handed over my $3.00, and like the obedient patrons of Seinfeld’s famous Soup Nazi,  stepped to the left to await its being called out at the next window. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am,  those orders just came flying out, and the line dispersed, myself included. In less than four minutes, I was heading uptown, taking happy bites out of my empanada.

I thought of taking a picture, but too late. By the time the notion entered my head,  the empanada was close to morsel size.  But if you’ve ever had a Jamaican Patty or a British Pastie, picture one of those, but, in my empanada’s case, no meat filling, rather, four types of melted cheese, mixed in with caramalized onions and speecy-spicy seasonings. Luckily they supplied a handful of napkins.  I don’t know what needed them more – my hands or my face.

Ahh, food, warmth, fluffy clouds in a blue sky – life in the city was good.

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Next stop ….

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….where people flocked to the benches to re-acquaint themselves with the sun.

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….where kiddies in the playground remembered what slides and swings felt like without winter gloves.

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And where, in their own playground, the dogs frolicked…

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….or chose not to

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Meanwhile back out on the streets, even busy dogs, out on errands, stopped to say hello.

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All too soon I reached Grand Central Station for the trip back north.

Alas the next two days were damp and chilly and the remainder of the week seems to be stalled in what the weather forecasters like to call unseasonably cold temps. But I’ll take unseasonably cold in April over that one unseasonably warm day in November when Mother Nature shows her sadistic side,cackling at us suckers who hope against all odds that it’s going to last while knowing all along  that the next, we’ll be freezing our sweet patooties off.

Days like that are oh so wrong.

But Saturday was oh so right.