It was a long time coming, but spring has finally arrived. I’m certain that we’ll get one or two more blasts of cold, raw weather, but unless the earth unexpectedly shifts on its axis, I think we’re done with snowstorms and winter.
After finishing some bizznizz in the city, I met Nurse H. We had lunch in Central Park and watched the big parade of humanity walk by. With commentary, of course. Don’t worry. We were in good spirits and nobody got trashed too terribly.
Do you know how “they” say that you have to have something to occupy your days? That without meaningful work, you’ll slip into a fits of depression? NOT ME, pals! I could easily spend each and every day like this and not be saddened in the least. I realize that most people require intellectual and emotional stimulation in order to feel alive, but I think that living in New York City for as long as I did gave me a lifetime’s worth of fulfillment and I could very easily coast the rest of the way. Like John Lennon, I could happily dream my life away, just watching the wheels go ’round. People say I’m lazy! Too bad it doesn’t pay.
These two were so extraordinarily attractive that they should be forced to breed for humanity’s sake. This picture really doesn’t do them justice. They’re right out of a J. Crew catalog.
This guy was a great musician. He played American popular standards with real depth of soul and feeling. And for all that ability, he’s playing for tips in the park. It made me wonder if having talent can sometimes work out to be a curse.
A shot to give the kiddies nightmares. Heh-heh.
This is the Angel of the Waters fountain on Bethesda Terrace. I’m pretty sure I’ve posted pics of this before but it never gets old for me. She was designed by Emma Stebbins in 1868. Emma was the first woman to receive a public commission for a major work of art in New York City. Hoo-ha for Emma!
Lovely Central Park Lake. The best show in town is standing on that bridge and watching people row their boats stern-forward.