a Photo Blog, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to dear dirty New York
The Bar Crawl podcast (which I had previously never heard of) on Upper West Side Radio moved out on to West End Avenue for a live broadcast, featuring an interview with Manhattan Borough President Gale Brewer (on the right).
Unfortunately, while the participants were wearing headsets, we couldn’t hear them. With some difficulty we managed to find the podcast live on our phones but in the (small) crowd on the street we still couldn’t hear so we went for a walk instead.
Unmasked balcony party late on July 4th that, together with irregular bursts of invisible, local fireworks, kept us awake past 1:00 am on the 5th.
Perhaps because it was the July 4th weekend yesterday’s march down 5th Avenue from the Duke Ellington Circle at 110th St was kind of anemic in terms of numbers but the 20+ who mustered made up for it in spirit.
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This was 2 weeks ago, at the end of the march I already posted about, from 135th Street.
Last Saturday we joined a larger, longer march from 135th Street and St Nicholas Avenue across 135th Street and down Malcolm X Blvd, twisting a little bit to wind up at Frederick Douglass Circle. At the opening rally we heard spine-chilling stories from a couple of mothers of their experiences: one had called for help for her sick son only to see the responding police kill him; another was the mother of one of the Central Park Five who was incarcerated at 15 for 7 years for the rape of the Central Park jogger and was released as a registered sex offender. The horrors her family endured for decades before the actual perpetrator came forward are unimaginable. (Click any image to see them all enlarged.)
Celebrant of the 7:00 pm applause for essential workers.
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At 7 pm New Yorkers have been going to their windows and balconies to make noise and cheer all the essential workers, medical experts and personnel, grocers, delivery-people, etc, who make life under Covid bearable, possible, even. Most evenings I can’t see where all the noise is coming from (my wife and I joke that it’s applause for our cooking as we’re usually sitting down to dinner when it happens). From my rooftop eyrie a week and a half ago I got to see it from a whole new perspective.
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