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Friday, August 31, 2012

Peace, love and crabs

One day last spring Drew called me at work and told me about a seafood place he wanted to try. A couple of friends overheard the conversation and told me "OMG you HAVE to go there!" Tonight we finally did. You walk into the restaurant and the first thing you notice are the staff t shirts -- ti dyed, with peace signs on the front and "peace, love and crabs" on the back. You can buy a shirt if you desire. The music is very loud (this is not a place for quiet conversation!) and periodically the staff will drop what they're doing to line dance. A wall of "surfboards" separates the bar from the main dining room. As my friend Maureen said, it's got a Jimmy Buffett-like spirit. We had a coupon for a free appetizer, so we started our meal with a bucket of shrimp -- peel and eat shrimp in a spicy rub. Nice afterburn. The star of the menu is the steam pot. A little pricey but worth it. Mine came with a whole lobster, two crab legs, half a dozen shrimp, an ear of corn and two potatoes, and a sausage, all seasoned with Old Bay. There are many combinations of shellfish and seasonings for the steampot, as well as less messy offerings,including fried shrimp, burgers, salads, even steaks. For dessert I had a huge slab of key lime pie. Very refreshing and very shareable. Let's get cracking . . . Joe's Crab Shack on Urbanspoon

Long Island, Land of 1,000 Cheeseburgers

So said Jimmy Buffett last night at Jones Beach.


A Jimmy Buffett concert isn't just a concert.   It's an experience.


First of all there's the tailgating.   My first Buffett concert was at Madison Square Garden, where there was no place to tailgate.   But at Jones Beach they fill up two parking lots and party all day.  They wear crazy tropical gear, they set up grills and tiki bars and etc.  They break about a dozen park rules in the process.



Tailgating was a problem for us last year.  When we arrived at the concert both lots near the theater were closed and we had to park in an unlit lot a mile down the road.  This year I paid extra for preferred parking and we had no problem.   But Drew in incensed at the rule breaking ("they roped off 16 spot for their party!").  He worked at the park for many years.  . .  Personally I think that they should set up camp on the beach-- Jones Beach is a wonderful beach, and why would you want to be on the hot asphalt when you could be on the sand and actually see the ocean?



So we got to the park around 5:00, parked, and wandered through the tailgating Parrothead encampment for awhile.



Eventually we found our way over to Zach's Bay.  This is a small beach area right near the theater that is currently closed to the public.  I remember wading in the water here years ago before a concert.  Now you'd have to walk over to the ocean beach.  . .




Eventually we made our way inside the theater, bought some dinner at the clam shack and found our way to our seats for the party.  . .er, concert.  Yes, the concert is like a huge beach party.




I discovered Buffett 3 years ago, as we were planning our Caribbean cruise.  So I associate his songs with our Caribbean adventure.   And his stage persona.  . .it's like hanging out with an old friend.   There are 8 songs he plays at every concert, the rest of the program changes with his mood.  Highlights of last night include an acoustic version of Southern Cross, a cover of Lionel Ritchie's All Night Long and new Long Island lyrics for Margaritaville.




And he ended with Lovely Cruise.   An omen for our upcoming cruise?





The cheeseburger comment came just before he sang Cheeseburger in Paradise.  And I have to agree.

And Drew and I have eaten hundreds of Long Island cheeseburgers.






Thursday, August 30, 2012

It's "brag on my children" day

Becca first.  Starting her junior year of college.  Moved into an apartment with two other students.  Will start on internship with the office of a major political figure (I won't say who) right after Labor Day.

Jen just started a job as a teaching assistant in a local preschool.  It's a synagogue preschool (who knew her Hebrew school education would make her employable?).  She only works mornings, so in the afternoon she will take on a babysitting job witg school-age children.  And she plans to start grad school in tge spring to work on her teaching credentials.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

LOL moment at the Renaissance Faire

This year the storyline included the "Pan Scandinavian Games".  The jousting and living chessboard were part of the "games".


Sunday, August 26, 2012

Renaissance Faire Washing Well Wenches


Renaissance Faire Dead Bob

A ventriloquist?


Hey Nunnie Nunnie

Renaissance Faire- the Living Chess Game




Renaissance Faire-the Queen signs a peace treaty




Renaissance Faire - Stewart and Arnold and Hey Nunnie Nunnie






Renaissance Faire - The Queen's Arrival





Saturday, August 25, 2012

Ruby Tuesday

Love the name of this chain . . ."Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday, who could hang a name on you when you change with every new day . . . " It was late when we got back from the Renaissance Faire, we were starving, and Drew was still thinking about the salad bar he passed up at Volcano's Friday night. Ruby Tuesday is one of the few places around here that still has a salad bar. Drew had been a "regular" at this place awhile back, but my one experience with this chain had not been good. I have now added this place to my list of "likes". Salad bar here is pretty standard -- several choices of greens with other veggies, bacon bits, ham, shredded cheese, typical dressings. I liked the pasta salad but didn't care for the potato salad -- they should peel the potatoes when using them in a salad. We skipped the appetizer. I ordered petite sirloin with a skewer of shrimp scampi and rice pilaf. Drew ordered the petite sirloin with lobster tail (available on weekends only) and cheese mashed potatoes. Steaks were cooked to order, shellfish was tasty. Drew liked his mashed potatoes but I thought the cheese was a bit strong. I was eying the cupcakes on the dessert menu, but we were too full . . . Though if we had not ordered salad I think we might have had room for dessert. Overall a satisfactory meal. Ruby Tuesday on Urbanspoon

Huzzah!

Background music:  "Take Me To The Fair" from Camelot

Can you believe the NY Renaissance Faire is celebrating its 35th anniversary this year?  I used to go back when the faire was new, but got out of the habit.  Nowadays, Drew and I go every year, sometimes with friends, sometimes just the two of us.

This year it was just us.  Our plan was to drive from Long Island to Tuxedo Park via the Throgs Neck Bridge, the Cross Bronx Expressway to the George Washington Bridge and Route 17 from New Jersey up to Orange County and the Faire.  Got across the Throgs Neck, found out that it would take over an hour to get across the Bronx . . .turned on the GPS and headed to the Tappan Zee instead.  Got to the Faire before the gates opened.

Background music:  Disney's "Yo Ho (A Pirate's Life For Me)"

What I've noticed about the faire . . .30 years ago "Renaisance" encompassed medieval and Renaissance costumes.  Now it also includes elements of fantasy (faeries, for example) and pirates.    Though the heyday of pirates wasn't until the end of the 17th and beginning of the 18th centuries and the faire is set in Elizabethan England, seafarers and privateers and pirates did serve a role in Elizabeth's reign, so they're not anachronistic.

And this weekend happened to be "Pirates Weekend", so there were a lot of pirates around.

We love the entertainment at the faire.  The main events revolve around Queen Elizabeth and her court.  Intertwined with court intrigue is the Robin Hood story, relocated from medieval Sherwood to Elizabethan Sterling Shire.  The Queen welcomes everyone to the Shire first thing in the morning, there's a Living Chess game in the early afternoon and the day's festivities end with a joust.

There are other acts as well, on the small stages all around the Shire.    There's Dead Bob, a ventriloquist act; knifethrowers Stewart and Arnold; Hey Nunnie Nunnie (musical comedy), Crimson Pirates (music) and the Washing Well Wenches (comedy), to name a few.  You can't possibly see all of it in one day, but we managed to see a lot.

Background music: "Penny Lane" ( The Beatles)

The main shopping area is known as "Spendpenny Lane".  I like the costumes and accesories, the jewelry and the pewter figurines.  In fact today I was wearing jewelry purchased at prior faires, and I have a serious collection of figurines -- dragons and wizards and the like.  Drew likes the armor and weapons -- today he bought  a 6 foot spear.  I have no idea where he plans to display it.

Background music:  "Food, Glorious Food" from Oliver

I saw lots of variety -- turkey legs, Italian sausage, pizza, ice cream . . . All I ate was a funnel cake washed down with a frozen cherry limeade.  Drew had steak on a stick.  And we shared a pickle fresh from the barrel.  Though we did buy plenty of water and soda.

Background music: "Sensitivity" from Once Upon A Mattress

By the end of the day I felt like the title character from "The Princess and the Pea".  The ground in the Shire is uneven, the pathways unpaved and strewn with gravel.  And when you sit, it's on hard wooden benches.  I was wearing thick-soled sandals, and yet when I stepped on a rock and felt it press into my foot, I saw stars. . .

Overall, though, it was a wonderful day.

Pictures and video to follow.

Friday, August 24, 2012

And now for something a bit different

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know where I'm a-gonna go when the volcano blows." -- Jimmy Buffett Tonight we were in the mood to try something new. So we headed to Oceanside to Volcano's Burgers and Salads. It's sort of a cross between fast food and a sit down restaurant. You can order take out at the counter, or you can be seated at a table or booth and have waitress service. I loved how the tables are all dry-erase boards -- you can play tic tac toe or hangman or do a maze or word search. The menu tends to lean towards spicy foods and unusual burger toppings. Besides burgers there are also chicken sandwiches and a variety of salads, including a (pretty standard) salad bar. The fried pickles came with a moderately spicy dipping sauce. The Hawaiian burger -- swiss cheese, red onion and grilled pineapple -- was cooked to order and served with lettuce and tomato and teriyaki sauce on the side; sauce was very thick and sweet, and a little drizzled on the burger was perfect. Other unusual options include jalapenos, goat cheese and gorgonzola cheese. Combos come with a choice of sides, including fries, sweet potato fries, onion rings and side salad. Loved the onion rings. Food was hot and fresh, service was efficient and cheerful. This place is a little out of our way but the food was excellent. We will be back. Volcano's Burgers and Salads on Urbanspoon

Greetings, golf fans

I don't play golf, I don't watch others play golf, I know very little about golf.

I  do know a little something about Bethpage Black.

It's one of several golf courses located in Bethpage State Park.    It's been the site of the US Open twice.  And this week it was the site of a PGA event.

What does this have to do with me?

There's no real parking facility at the state park.  So fans are being encouraged to take the LIRR to Farmingdale for shuttle bus service to the event.  The station has been decorated with red, white and blue banners all week.

My train goes through Farmingdale.  I actually had golf fans on my train the other morning.    And tonight on my way home I saw all the fans on the platform waiting for the train to the city.

And I saw the blimp landing at Republic Airport.

A little excitement in an otherwise boring commute.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Panera

Feeling a little nostalgic tonight. I'n home alone with my two daughters, and we ordered dinner from Panera tonight. When the girls were in high school we did a lot of takeout from Panera. In fact, when Jen was admitted to URI, one of the "selling points" (to her, anyhow) was the existence of a Panera in Wakefield. And Becca was disappointed at the lack of a Panera near her school. Well, tonight we indulged again. Jen ordered the chicken caesar sandwich, prepared without onion or tomato (her special request). Becca chose from the "pick two" menu -- a small cup of soup ( she loves broccoli cheddar) and a half sandwich (bacon turkey bravo -- turkey, bacon and gouda cheese, and she asks for country white instead of the usual tomato bread). I decided to try something I never had before -- a Cuban sandwich from the panini menu. Ham, chicken, swiss, pickles, chipotle mayo . . .yum. Just enough spice to give it a kick but not overwhelming. And the best part? They have fantastic lemonade. Panera Bread on Urbanspoon

Friday, August 17, 2012

The idea was better than the execution

Street fair outside my office today.

The "fried dough" booth had funnel cake, zeppole and fried Oreos.

I love fried dough and powdered sugar.  And I'm rather fond of Oreos.

So what could be bad, right?

Should have stuck with the zeppole.  Did not like fried Oreos at all!

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Candy Girl, Jersey Boys and Stardust

So last night after work I took the subway up to 50th St.  The rain started just as I was walking out of the station.  I ducked into an alcove with an awning and opened my umbrella.  Good thing, too, since the the rain . . . Well. It was good that I only had to walk two short blocks to the August Wilson Theater, because by the time I reached the theater and was safely under the marquee, the skies had opened up and the rain eas coming down in torrents.  52nd St. was starting to look like a river!  Poor Drew . . .he had a leaky umbrella and arrived at the theater looking like a drowned rat.







Usually we like to eat dinner before the show, but with a 7:00 curtain that wasn't possible.He made do with Twizzlers and bought me a chocolate bar . . . He knows me so well.








"Jersey Boys" is a Broadway staple, a show that's been running " forever", but neither of us had seen it.  The show tells the back story of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, and features the best of their music.  Each of the members of the group gets to narrate, to share his perspective.  Of course we loved it.








After the show we walked around the corner (the rain had stopped)  to Ellen's Stardust Diner.  You know how much we love this place.  Drew had a burger -- always a good option here -- and I tried something new.  It had been years since I'd eaten a Sloppy Joe.  Their version has a sweet taste (they use brown sugar in the mix) and comes plated with killer waffle fries, a couple of onion rings and baked beans.  I was so full from the sandwich that I couldn't finish my fries and never even tasted the beans.








I love the singing waitstaff.  Sometimes the performances are awful, but mostly they're very good and occasionally remarkable.  They pas around a bucket periodically - donations pay for singing and dancing lessons for the performers.  Last night one of the staff members said that in the 15 years tge place has been open, many former employees have gone on to roles on Broadway.








One small detail I didn't like.  When Ellen's first opened the waitstaff had fantastic uniforms/ costumes. Back then management was striving for a 50's vibe, with guys in bowling shirts and girls in poodle skirts.  More recently the uniforms went 60's -- black pants for the men, short black skirts for the women, and very bright, glittery shirts for everyone.  As of last night, however, the glittery, "mod" shirts were gone, replaced by brightly-colored t shirts.  It just doesn't feel the same. 







Afterwards, as we walked back to Penn to catch the train home, Drew said something about seeing Frankie Valli the next time he did a concert around here.





This morning the papers Valli is making his Broadway debut with 7 shows in October.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Columbia Presbyterian

That's shorthand actually.  It's really called New York Presbyterian Hospital and Columbia University Medical Center.

It's the best hospital in NYC and one of the best in the country.

It's an aspect of life in NYC that I didn't think I'd be addressing.  But here we are.

My father needed an aortic valve replacement.  The traditional method is open heart surgery, but because of other medical conditions my father was ineligible for such surgery.

Welcome to 21st century cutting edge technology.  Transcatheter aortic valve replacement.  Similar to an arteriogram, catheters are snaked through arteries to the heart, and the replacement valve is placed on top of the patient's existing (defective) valve.

My father got his difibrillator at St. Francis, Long Island's premiere cardiology center ( they call themselves "the heart hospital").  But St. Francis only recently got FDA approval for clinical trials of transcatheter aortic valve replacement, but my father didn't meet their criteria.

Hence the referral to Columbia Presbyterian.

He had the procedure yesterday.  I visited him last night and he was doing very well. (I am far too accustomed to seeing my father in a CCU, but it beats the alternative.)  Should be home in 4-5 days.  Amazing, isn't it?

So, as I said, I visited my father last night.  Field trip to 168th Street, a quick ride on the A train to a neighborhood I had never visited before. The hospital is like a city within a city - over a dozen different buildings from 165th St. to 168th Street, from St. Nicholas Avenue to Riverside Drive.  There are three different emergency rooms, each with ambulances from all over the city. There are "you are here" msps to help you find your way.   Entering one of the buildings is like checking in at the airport -- I had to stand in line, show ID and receive a visitor's pass which listed my destination.  Thankfully I didn't have to let them search my bag, though I am told they do so at some of the buildings.

Once inside, it was like every other hospital.  But still . . . the enormity of the place . . .


Sunday, August 12, 2012

Mets baseball







Ducks!






Another baseball weekend

Friday night we went to see the Long Island Ducks.  This time we sat on the third base line, right behind the visiting team's dugout.  Great seats.  Instead of our usual hot dogs, I had sweet Italian sausage with peppers and Drew had a roast beef hero.  The giveaway was a foam finger.  :-)  Good game, a few controversial plays -- one of the York Revolution players had to be physically restrained by his coach while arguing with the umpire.  Ducks won, of course.  Great night if baseball.

Now Saturday . . .how can I describe Saturday?

Mets vs. Braves at psuedo-Shea . . .er, Citi Field.  Parked in our usual lot on Roosevelt Avenue, the one where you have to walk up the stairs into the subway station to get across the street.  But then, instead of walking into the main entrance by the rotunda, we entered the stadium through the Seaver entrance.  Seems that purchasing field level seats behind home plate gives you admission into the Delta Sky Club.

The club has a full bar, with cocktails served in actual glasses.  The food is more or less the same as elsewhere in the park - Drew had a cheeseburger served with very bland potato chips  and I had meat balls served with flatbread, but we could have easily gotten hot dogs and fries.  I think there may have been other options elsewhere on the club level, but we didn't take the time to explore further. And we sat at a table inside the air conditioned club instead of jostling with the crowd outside.

Then the best part of the night . . .Rusty Staub and John Franco were signing autographs.  Drew turned into a 10 year old at the prospect of getting autographed pictures of two if his favorite players.

Then it was time to go to our seats.  OMG, the seats in that section are padded.  Vinlyl-coveted, padded chairs instead of the usual hard stadium seats.  So comfortable.  I actually used hospitality service to order a thick shake -- they bring it to your seat - because I was too lazy to get out of that chair.

The game?  We jokingly prayed for rain before the 5th inning so that the game wouldn't count.  Santana just didn't have it last night.   Braves scored 2 runs in the first inning.  Then, in the second inning . . .they pulled Santana after 1 1/3 innings, with a score of 6-0 and two men on base . . . And the first batter to face the relief pitcher, Hefner, hit a home run. 

After that . . .the final score was 9-3, and we stayed until the bitter end.

Drew is already planning for next year.

Friday, August 10, 2012

The last plane out of Saigon? No, it's the NYC subway!

The way people push and shove to get onto an already-overcrowded train, you'd think their lives depended on it, like waiting a few minutes for the next train = death and destruction.

Take what I saw this morning.  The E train has its terminal at the World Trade Center.  Two tracks flank a central platform.  A downtown train pulls in, discharges a group of passengers, passengers waiting on the platform board the train, then it reverses direction and heads uptown.

As my train pulled in and discharged passengers, another train was boarding for the trip uptown.  Subway cars have double doors that meet in the middle of the door frame when closed.  Just as the doors were closing I saw a woman stick her umbrella between the closing doors.  The doors closed and she tried to pry them open. Conductor opened the door just a few inches, so she could remove the umbrella . . .and she stuck her arm in the door.

Conductor finally gave in and let her onto the train.

The Dark and Scary Place

Dermatologist called the house  and left a message asking me to call her office.

So I found an empty conference room at lunchtime (didn't want to call from a cubicle, where everyone can eavesdrop).

Bad news.

The lesion on my neck shows "atypical" cells.  And the one on my nose is "precancerous".  Both need to be removed.

Dermatologist can do the nose but I have to see a plastic surgeon for my neck.

Let the nightmares begin.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

OMG OMG OMG

You know I am a Monkees fan.  I posted about it often enough.

The Monkees have announced a short tour in the fall.  Mickey, Peter and Mike.  Yes, Mike.  He hasn't appeared with the band since 1997, I'm told.

We have tickets for 12/2 at the Beacon.  The last night of the tour.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Aly Raisman!

I haven't been watching the Olympics this year.  For some reason I just couldn't get into it.

But today I am bursting with pride.  A young woman got up on the world's stage, proclaimed who she is, and what she values:

"I am American, I am Jewish, and I honor the Munich 11."

She won a gold metal for her floor routine, done to "Hava Nagilah".  She accepted her medal to "The Star Spangled Banner".

And then she did what the IOC refused to do.  And that's more important than  that medal.

http://m.nypost.com/p/news/national/jewish_gal_shows_up_ioc_with_gold_6OBzi2VCkaszwS0ij3n7OI

Crutches!

Jen loves working with children.  She plans to get a Master's in Education and become an elementary school teacher.



Her job this summer has been at a day camp.  She's been a counselor at the camp since she was 17, and before that she was a camper there. 



This summer she's working with girls who are going into 6th grade.  She's known most of them since they were 2nd graders.    She loves these girls and they love her.




Yesterday there was some roughhousing, all in good fun, but somehow Jen wound up on the ground.


And when she got up . . .well, she hobbled to the nurse's office.

It's only a sprain, but the doctor at the ER gave her an air cast and crutches.  Told her she will be ok in about 3 days.

She plans to go to work today.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Ralph's

Ralph's Italian ICES of DIX on Urbanspoon Drove past here the other day and realized how long it's been . . . Place opened when my kids were in middle school/ high school and coming here was as much a social event, to see and be seen, as it was about the ices. The store is seasonal, opening in the spring and cloding down in the fall. Customers never go inside, you walk up to the window and place your order, or you take advantage of the drive through. There's no real seating area. And making the left turn out of the parking lot is a killer. There's a large selection, as you might expect. My favorites are lemon, cherry and rainbow (I go with the basics) but I also like the cola and cherry cola, the pina colada. So cool and refreshing! A great sumertime treat.

Friday, August 3, 2012

As if my commute wasn't interesting enough. . .

Now there is a massive construction project near the railroad station.  They're digging up the streets and installing a public sewer system. A different detour every morning.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

The Mayor at War

Commuters tend to be creatures of habit.  Every morning I drive to the train station and park in the same section of the parking lot.  I know the train schedule (or rather, the rush hour schedule) by heart, and I know where to position myself on the platform while waiting for the train so that the doors open right in front of me.  When I get to Penn Station at night, I usually know which track my train will be on before it is posted and announced.

When you ride the train every day you start to notice yout fellow commuters.  Sometimes you find yourself talking to people you see every day-- your "platform buddies" and "train buddies".  People you talk to only because you share a commute.

One time, about 2 years ago, there was a problem in Penn Station.  I think there was a power outage in the East River tunnel, which meant no trains could enter or leave the station.  My first thought was to take the subway, the E train to Queens.  The E train has a stop in Penn, and also stops at the LIRR station in Jamaica.  I wanted to take the E to Jamaica and catch an LIRR train home from there.

Everyone else had the same idea.  You couldn't get anywhere near the subway station.  So my next idea was to leave Penn and walk over to 6th Avenue (excuse me, Avenue of the Americas) and take the F train to Jamaica.

So as I was making my way out of the station, a woman came up to me and told me she "knew" me, that we take the train from the same station.  She asked me how I was going to get home.  So we wound up taking the subway together.

We're not friends, really, but we greet each other and chat whenever we encounter each other on the train.

Which leads us to the Mayor.

I usually take a 7:20 train.  If I miss that train, the next westbound train is at 7:50.    The Mayor rides the later train, boarding several stops east of my station.  He's a gentleman in his mid to late 60's, I think, pudgy, balding, with a thick mustache.  He still wears a suit and tie to work.

He sits in the very first car of the train, at the very front of the car, right behind the engineer's station.  There are groups of seats that face each other.  Those seats are always occupied by the Mayor's friends  Over the years the members of this group have changed, but the Mayor is still there.  He presides over the conversation like a king holding court.  He is friends with the engineer and conductor as well.  The front end of the first car has always been a place of lively social gathering.

And therein lies the problem.

The LIRR recently instituted a "quiet car" program.  No cell phones, no music leaking out of headphones, hushed conversations only. It's pretty much voluntary and passenger-enforced.

During the afternoon rush hour you'll find the quiet car in the very last car of eastbound trains.

In the morning, it's the very first car of each westbound train.

The other morning, for the first time in a long time, I took the late train.  I boarded the first car with some friends, and we chose seats near the Mayor.  We were involved in conversation.

When the conductor reminded us that we were in the quiet car, we lowered our voices.

The Mayor became belligerent.  Called the quiet car concept "nonsense", and actually encouraged us to make noise.

I am afraid this is not going to end well.  I suspect that the next time I ride that train, the Mayor will have moved.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Pastrami and fuzzy ears

Stage Deli on Urbanspoon Our evening began at the Stage Deli, a place I have come to love. Tonight I ordered the sandwich special -- a half sandwich with a side of potato salad. My "go-to" sandwich is pastrami on rye, which was plated with a sour pickle and a half sour pickle. Pastrami was a little on the greasy side. Potato salad was very basic. There were no leftovers. Drew had his usual tongue sandwich with russian dressing. The sandwiches here are overstuffed, and half a sandwich is usually enough for us. Next we walked over to Studio 54. This place started as a theater in1927 before it was converted to the famed disco/celebrity hangout. But has once again returned to its roots. Tonight's offering: "Harvey" starring Jim Parsons (if you were wondering what tv stars do on their summer vacations, they come to Broadway.) Before I talk about the play, let me talk about the theater. Long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, people would "dress" for the theater. They would wear elegant evening attire, and they would try to act polite and sophisticated. I understand we live in a less formal society now, but OMG. I don't expect formalwear at the theater, but can we strive for dressy casual? I've seen better attire at ball games and movie theaters. Dress comfortably but show some respect for the performers please. And we do not climb over seats to get to the next row!!! You'd think it was common sense to put your cell phone on vibrate in a theater. Apparently the little speech they give before the curtain goes up isn't enough. The woman who sat three seats down the row is lucky to be alive. The curyain goes up, two actors come onto the stage, the dialogue begins . . .and her cell phone goes off. And she has it at full volume, with a song as her ringtone, and the phone is at the very bottom of her bag. But the play, written in 1944, is funny and poignant and whimsical. I never saw the movie with Jimmy Stewart, so I really have nothing to compare it to, but I did like the show. Jim Parson was excellent. I also liked Carol Kane, she had only one scene but it was memorable. Lots of tourists in Times Square tonight. It's good that they're spending $$$$ here . . .but someone needs to tell them it's a sideWALK, not a side-stand-and-block-traffic. Sigh. On the train now, so tired . . .

It's a little thing, but . . .

I have a bandaid on my nose, and another one on my neck.

My primary care physician  -- don't you just "love" that phrase? :-(    -- thought it would be a good idea for me to see a dermatologist for a full-body checkup.

So the big, ugly spot on my shin turns out to be a benign tumor.  The mole on my toe is just a mole.

But that spot on my neck and the spot on my nose -- she didn't like those.  "Probably nothing, but let's do a biopsy anyhow. I'll have the results in a week or two."

And my stomach is churning.

Seven  years ago a doctor told me "It's probably hormonal, you'll be fine after the D &C but we'll do a biopsy anyhow", which was followed by a bad pathology report, a hysterectomy, radiation and chemo.  A year from hell.

I don't want to go back to that dark and scary place.

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