Ray Davies versus the autobiography, part 2
Will the former singer/songwriter of the Kinks ever pen a conventional autobiography? Read my take on Ray Davies’ fascinating Americana, published nearly 20 years after his semi-fictional first autobiography, X-Ray.
Board games for the bored
When snowbound in the days before social media and video games, many families would overcome boredom with board games. Monopoly was a favorite. Those who grew up in the New York area during the 1960s often spent winter hours around a Monopoly board, sometimes after watching the Million Dollar Movie a second or third time on one of only seven TV stations on the air. Years later, a New York City edition of Monopoly became available.
Cubans and other post-World War II Spanish-speaking immigrants in New York City often overcame bitter winters by moving a favorite outdoor game — dominoes — indoors. They passed the hours with dominoes, the older gentlemen smoking cigars, drinking cafecitos and eventually, as afternoon turned to evening, rum. All the while, the sound of ivory pieces being shuffled accompanied talk of warmer days to come.
A businessman as an artist and scientist
A chemical engineer by training and specialty chemicals industry executive by experience, Herman Mihalich took an interesting path to becoming the CEO and distiller of Dad’s Hat Pennsylvania Rye Whiskey. Yet, it’s a natural role at this point of his career.
Read my blog post to learn more: http://bit.ly/1lx8R9J
A Fiero gets religion
After stopping by D’Jais, the popular Belmar NJ bar and grill where undoubtedly many a Fiero parked near during the 1980s, a surviving Pontiac sporty coupe made its way over to the Great Auditorium in Ocean Grove, where Ellwood H. Stokes gazed stiffly down at it, and St. Michael’s Church in Long Branch.
One day, he’s a percussionist working on a bachelor’s degree in music performance at a SUNY campus. A short while later, he’s working as an experience associate in New York City for a major accounting firm. Read this interesting article about how this young man did it. http://bit.ly/18qVodz
Fiero in Long Branch
Just before a second early snow storm falls in New Jersey, a 1985 Pontiac Fiero took its Iron Duke engine and plastic body for a stroll through Long Branch, stopping by the Ocean Avenue boardless walk still awaiting to be rebuilt after Superstorm Sandy, and checking out the Carousel of Hope in Pier Village.
The proud little Pontiac couldn’t resist posing in the shadows of the original Wind Mill, although its owner somehow managed to overcome his desire for one of their tasty hot dogs.
A view from the top of the bottom
There is no shortage of breathtaking views of New York, but the roof of a high-rise building in lower Manhattan offers a perspective few people have been able to enjoy since 9-11-2001. Skyscrapers old and new — One World Trade Center now being the tallest in the US — have lived in a unique blend of chaotic harmony for over a century in the city.
Many stories below, by the corner of Water and Fulton Street as the South Street Seaport undergoes renovation, one can almost smell the ghosts of fishmongers after a hard day’s work, or see the ghosts of patrons climbing the stairs of Sweet’s Seafood House, or hear the ghosts of horses clattering on cobblestone streets.
From the top and the bottom, the cycle of life continues in New York City.
Lower Manhattan kaleidoscope
A stroll through lower Manhattan, past South Street Seaport under fog (and renovation), a small old cemetery for some unique city inhabitants, noticing all kinds of interesting signage and other sights by the Brooklyn Bridge, along Chinatown and Little Italy and the meatpacking district, always provides eye candy for New York frames of mind.
The High Line in the night time
Venture up to the High Line after evening settles into New York City, and you’re bound to witness different perspectives from the old elevated freight line. As you look around at the office buildings and art and trail of the High Line, people — imaginary or real — will be watching you from windows above.
Alive in concert
Thirty-five years after his brilliant debut album, Alive on Arrival, Steve Forbert entertained fans at a dinner club on the Asbury Park NJ boardwalk, literally in the shadows of the fabled shore town’s Convention Hall. The Mississippi-born singer-songwriter performed songs old and new for two hours with the same voice and energy he no doubt displayed while busking at New York City’s Grand Central Terminal 40 years ago.