12/5
The Center Board has gathered.
It’s the last night of Hannukah. Asya
has brought chocolate gelt and
poppers (like mini-pinatas) and
Dunkin’ Donuts version of sufganiot,
ie, jelly donuts…We’re looking for where the needed bridge money is going to
come from….and we put our team together to meet next week with Friends from the neighboring condos and
coops…Ted, Asya, Mim, Katherine, John…they’ve been there since the
beginning…like oil that doesn’t burn out….
12/7
Anna comes in for a visit. With
new candles. She brings light too.
Not enough time to do everything.
Go see Cara at Roosevelt Hospital. Then hustle downtown for Woodshed’s winter
showing, a preview of things to come.
Installations. Videos. And a performance. Get nostalgiac seeing videos from the
Tenant. And seeing reviews I hadn’t seen
before, like from the New Yorker. But wait, in this installation, what do I
see? The carefully written in exquisite cursive handwriting records of the
first year of West-Park’s existence. Well, all right, that’s got to come back.
That’s not hip art, it’s our history. The old school metal sign board letters,
well, they can keep.
Wayne brought the gospel |
Make it back for Open Mic. A new
singer, Wayne, blows us away with his original gospel. When it’s my turn, I’m
determined to follow Joe’s admonition to have 3 songs. I finish with the
Lennon-Mc Cartney When I’m 64…(slightly rewritten in honor of my birthday…)
When I'm Sixty Four
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out till quarter to three…
I’m probably with RL…Joe….Pat…
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
Oh….You're all older too
And if you say the word
I would stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse (shaking my head no way…)
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
In the summer we can rent a cottage on Hampton Bay
And take the Jitney there
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Whitney, Ashley, Madison,
Colin, Dylan…..
& even Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Yours for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
Hey….I’m
64!
Later at the Gate, I asked Joe if I had three
songs.
Well, maybe two and a half, he says.
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