A WORD OR TWO BEFORE YOU GO

  "Soft you, a word or two before you go.

I have done the state some service,

and they know't--No more of that I pray you,

in your letters...speak of me as I am."

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 Westport Country Playhouse

Westport, Connecticut

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 The buses had started running again after Superstorm Sandy had come through in one big tizzy fit, fussed at us because of the way we have treated the planet. I couldn't blame her even though I was stunned by the photos of the damage. All that strewn furniture, clothes, boardwalks, cars; there was even a rollercoaster adrift in the ocean! I was on the crowded Select (fewer stops) 2nd Avenue bus going down to 34th Street for an appointment with an oral surgeon. Standing in front of me was a woman with a cap which read, "A word or two before you go" across the back. Shakespeare! Well, I had to know what that was about. She turned to show me the front. It said Westport Country Playhouse. I said, "Oh, I was there in 1958 on a drama trip from college!" She began telling me the history of the playhouse and how it looks now. We enjoyed talking about theater and election day to the point where when she got off the bus she waved with a friendly, "See you at the Playhouse!"

 Voting had been chaotic at the E. 67th polling station as there was an influx of voters from Staten Island where the flooding had caused havoc and power outages. Future politicians showed up in the form of public school youngsters  selling baked goods.They were regular experts at Mike Check, excited and hopeful. Eavesdropping on conversations, I felt it seemed people were actually waking up to the words climate change. With a Nor'easter predicted to be coming on the heels of Sandy, it was easy to understand that this would be the new trending topic. Go Green Party! Go Justice Party! Get with it Democratic Party!

 

Garden City, New York

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 Rockaway Peninsula, New York

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A bright note from my brother's festive exhibit at Orchard Windows Gallery was cheering:

Show I was in curated by Dino Eli, who is part gypsie, presiding over the candles. Everyone else had flashlights in each others eyes. Walking back to Tribeca at 9:30 very wooooky, nothing moving except whirling winds and the occasional police comet streaking by.

There was snow in Central Park on November 8th.

I cringe at the thought of what would have happened had Sandy, the sub-tropical cyclone, been a Category 5 hurricane.   I feel I should have told her, "A word or two before you go. I for one will do the best I can to take care of our exquisite Earth home. I don't need any more warnings!" Spread those words, my lovely friends.