Handbill Handout

 I'm not going to use the p-word even when I'm writing about the p-word because I'd like to keep this quiet little corner of the G-word's part of the web that I live in rent-free.  But this is a post about life during the p-word.  I miss the subway .  Those links on the "the" and "subway" are to things I wrote about it over ten years ago.  I haven't been on the subway since early March 2020 and most likely won't be on the subway for several more months which makes this the longest subway-free stretch of my life since I started college in the mid 1980's.  Those subways were different than the ones I was riding last year but I'll neither wax nostalgic nor cast aspersions on the past here.  Some things were better, some things were worse.  The city changes when you are and when you aren't looking.   Some things will never be back.  Thanks to the location of the new Yankee Stadium I'll never have the experience of first bursting o

 I've learned that you should celebrate all the things worth celebrating including just waking up in the morning and feeling relatively healthy and functional.  Still, New Year's is a holiday that almost never fails to depress me if I don't have distractions like a nice restaurant dinner or a concert.  It's almost impossible to think of the marking of the passage of time without remembering everything and everyone you lost in the interval and knowing that at the age you are the losses are just going to keep mounting.   On the other hand I just pitched a couple handfuls of unsalted peanuts into the yard and the squirrels and a blue jay seem happy about that.  I was late with my 11am apple this morning which means I was late pitching a chopped up core into the back yard and when I opened the door a squirrel was waiting on the step.  So now I have that obligation, though I don't mind.   I also have a pile of books (7 to be precise) to read to start the year.  Gifts and