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Could It Have Been Harvest Moon Havoc??

Posted in BY THE WAY, Friends, New York Speaks, Only in New York, tagged , , , on September 27, 2010| Leave a Comment »

Well according the article linked below the answer is NO.  It seems we have selective memories and when weird things happen to us, we may note there is a full moon and decide surely the full moon is responsible for this lunacy.

Harvest moon, September full moon,
The Harvest Moon

Lunacy and the Full Moon: Scientific American.

Alright so the moon was NOT responsible for the past few days of madness – even so…coincidentally then this is what came down since that big fat Harvest moon began to rise on Thursday night:

THURSDAY: I had planned to leave for the shore  in the early afternoon; it had been two weeks since we had been there and I missed my little cottage and was sure our feathered and bushy-tailed friends thought we had abandoned them :(.   Trying to leave early was difficult since I was trying to set up appointments for Chiara and Tom to see apartments this weekend  without me: She (Chiara) sprung this surprise house-hunting trip on me.

I checked my voice mail and had a message from  broker stating she wanted to show my listing on Friday at 3pm.  Of course, why not-FRIDAY at 3pm!!!! Why wouldn’t I want to leave the City on a FRIDAY during RUSH HOUR so I could show an apartment which might take all of 15 minutes.  I questioned the broker; did she see the web photos and floor plan? Could they make it any earlier? She said she would see if they could make it at 2pm and I said “FINE” I’ll be there. Thursday night the phone rang at midnight!!! It was the co-broker calling, thinking she was calling my office to tell me her customers could make it at 2pm instead of 3pm.  Good news even it was late.

FRIDAY AFTERNOON: Before I left for the weekend, I needed to iron some things. The phone rings and it is the co-broker and now her buyers can’t come till 2:15pm – Whatever!! Peter and I drove to the showing stopping in Midtown to pick up some paperwork which was supposed to be left for me – NOT THERE!! !  So onto the apartment to show and lo and behold we see that East 50th Street is in the frozen zone. No stopping allowed; police barricades on both sides of the street.  I HAD to stop to get out of the car – don’t you know a cop threw his cruiser in reverse and came barreling back to reprimand us!  Since I jumped out so quickly and Peter took off, he just gave us a dirty look.! if you don’t live in New York City then you probably don’t know what kind of self-imposed gridlock and lock-down the City goes into when the UN is having some sort of special session.  Streets are blocked off, traffic is clogged up and the diplomats from around the world are eating out in the best restaurants and the President is throwing a special event of his own at the Museum of Natural History – SO effectively both the West and the East sides were a mess! Got to the apartment and NO MORE show sheets! Of course not.  True to form the buyers were in and out in 15 minutes or less.

SATURDAY MORNING:  Susan called from the car and said she was  following the ambulance which was taking Joe, our host for that evening to Emergency Room.  UH OH!  Should I or should I not go to the vegetable stand and get the last of the ingredients and pick up Susan’s vegetables??

SATURDAY EVENING: Joe was finally released from the hospital and still wanted us all to come for the cook-out!  So at 7pm with Joe sleeping soundly with the afterglow of his morphine drip, Michael stepped up and played the most gracious host and cooked a delicious meal.  It had been a long day for everybody with a lot of stress, strain and phone calls, so about 10:30pm we headed home.

SATURDAY NIGHT LATER: I just got into my pajamas, took out my lens and the phone rang! Susan had gotten a phone call from Heide who apparently was in a lot of pain and had been throwing up for several hours – OMG!  Jim called 911 for an ambulance (can you believe this was his second 911 call today!) and I said we would get dressed and meet them over at Heide’s. The ambulance was already there;  Poor Heide, she looked very pale and was a little delirious from being de-hydrated.  We grabbed her meds, her keys, her cell phone and insurance cards and took off behind the ambulance for the ER.  I tried several times to reach her daughter in California and thankfully, at about 1:30am she called back.  Heide was about to go for a stomach X-ray.

SUNDAY AM: We stayed with her till about 2am and by that time we knew she;d be there for the rest of the night/morning.  I told her to call me in a few hours to pick her up if they let her go.  We went home, crashed and the next thing I knew it was 9am.  The phone hadn’t rung so I assumed Heide was still in JSUMC.  Before I went to sleep I sent Trish an email telling her what had happened.  Trish is the early bird in our group and she was at the hospital before 9am and passed on the latest news to all of us via email.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON: Susan and I went to Heide’s and got her important meds , took the trash out, turned off her computer and gathered some tees shirts and socks.  We visited with her for a short time and promised to check in the next day.

OY what a weekend – so what part did that big old moon play?

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RED IS WHERE YOU FIND IT! Central Park

Posted in Fab Fotos, New York Speaks, Only in New York, tagged , , , on September 24, 2010| 3 Comments »

FAB FOTO FRIDAY

I SEE RED – PART FOUR

If you’ve been following my blog OR receiving annoying daily emails from me about voting for my fav Fab Foto Friday Fotographer, Murray Head – then you know that I have a Friday series of Five Fotos which I think are FAB. Murray is usually the photographer (but not always) and recently he entered a Photo Contest for the Greenwich Village Parade.  TODAY is the last day to vote at http://wildfireapp.com/website/302/contests/54092/voteable_entries/8138655  (don’t know if I made the link “live” or not but you can cut and paste to your browser).  Anyway I have  been running series of photos under the heading: ART IS WHERE YOU FIND IT and as a sub-category to that I have posted Friday Fotos known as I SEE RED or RED IS WHERE YOU FIND IT. The Friday Fotos are FAB or at least I think so and you can look in the archives by clicking on the Fab Foto Friday category on the home page.  I hope you like these!  All photos were taken in Central Park which is an endless source of rich subject matter.

autumn, fall, red maple, Central Park, New York City,

Glorious Red Tree in Central Park

photo courtesy of Murray Head


Central Park, New York city, Murray Head, red umbrella

Red Umbrella in Central Park

photo courtesy of Murray Head

Red hair, Central Park, New York city, Murray Head

Red is the Color of My True Love's Hair

photo courtesy of Murray Head

Central Park, New York city, Murray Head, street performer, red jacket

Red-Jacketed Street Performer in Central Park

photo by Murray Head

girl in red, Central Park, New York city, Murray Head

Making Up is Hard to Do

photo courtesy of Murray Head



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FAV FAB FOTOgrapher Needs Your Vote

Posted in Fab Fotos, Friends, New York Speaks, Only in New York, tagged , , , on September 21, 2010| Leave a Comment »

Like what is she talking about? Well if you have been following the blog then you know that MOST of my FAB FOTO FRIDAYS photographs are taken by Murray Head.  Murray has photographed the annual Greenwich Village Halloween Parade many years and has entered a contest sponsored by the Parade organization. HE NEEDS YOUR VOTE!

All you have to do is click on the link below.  No registration, No email address required, No Nothing – just click and vote.  Please don’t use your other two votes – we doing BULLET VOTING the real American way.  Thanks so much and for further inspiration here are a couple of his photos from previous parades!

clown, Greenwich Village Halloween parade

Clown in Greenwich Village Halloween Parade

Bravehear warrior, Greenwich Village Halloween parade, Murray Head

Feeling Blue Over You

http://wildfireapp.com/website/302/contests/54092/voteable_entries/8138655

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9-11 Then and Now

Posted in BY THE WAY, New York Speaks, Only in New York, tagged , , , , on September 12, 2010| Leave a Comment »

There’s no question or denying that nine years later, we have NOT forgotten but the raw wounds have healed into white scars.  I’m sure every blogger planned on writing a post about 9-11 and many started with the question; Where were you on 9-11? I know where I was; walking back from the primary polls with  my husband in the Upper East Side when a car stopped to speak to our Assemblyman and shouted out, “Did you hear? A plane hit Grand Central”.  We looked at each other and said, well that’s seems pretty crazy-how could  a plane hit a building that is much lower than the ones  surrounding  it.  When we reached the corner, I got on the bus to go to work and then I heard people talking on their cell phones-it wasn’t GCT, it was WTC!

September 11 2001, WTC, twin towers,
With The Smoke Came the Smell of Destruction

From that point on, I’m sure my story is similar to thousands of New Yorkers who were on their way to work; what to do? how to get there? I was afraid to go into the subway.  The buses were mobbed.  Two other women (strangers) and I shared a taxi to midtown.  My cell phone wouldn’t work.  From my office I called Peter, the horror unfolding.  We couldn’t get internet access to a TV station….I walked home from 55th Street along with thousands of scared, worried New Yorkers.  The Avenues were thronged with people heading north, the smell of smoke was in the air, the fear was palpable.  I had the presence of mind to get some cash out of an ATM machine before that too was impossible and I walked on.  I stopped at pay phone to tell Peter I was on my way.

That afternoon, my friend Helen and I walked to Lenox Hill Hospital to give blood – they didn’t need any;  because blood is ONLY needed for survivors!

That night, my friend Gail, and my cousin Christine stayed at our house, there were TV’s on in every room and like zombies we watched the towers fall over and over and over again, as if perhaps the next time they wouldn’t crumble.

The rest of September was spent in mourning, anxiety and fear.  The only comfort I remember was the sound of the fighter jets as they zoomed around Manhattan for several days after 9-11.  I thought, ‘we are an island, they are protecting us’.  October was worse as the New York Times began to publish a brief bio for each of the thousands of victims.  Each day there was a full-page of death; the Portraits of Grief – I remember crying on the bus on my way to work.  I was so depressed, I thought maybe I needed to go to therapy.

I purchased some photos taken by amateur photographers that horrific day and those that followed as new revelations of the wreckage became known and were recorded for posterity.  I framed the pictures, hung them in my office and gave one to each of the kids because we should never forget!

World Trade center, September 11th attack, New York City, 9-11, Twin Towers
You Can’t Believe What You Are Seeing

Nine years are a very long time and I have not forgotten.  However,  I am at peace with my memories and I keep one special victim in my heart and mind every day; Captain Timothy Stackpole, Division 11, father of 4 children, husband and hero.  He died that day along with hundreds of other  members of New York’s Bravest and New York’s Finest.  With very few exceptions (two weddings), I have worn his name and rank on my wrist for nine years.

September 11th, 9-11, New York's Bravest, WTC
Captain Timothy Stackpole

September 11th 2010: I ‘m working at a Flea Market in New Jersey, the bells toll, we are all silent for several moments while the memories of that sunny day in September flood back into our collective minds.  We have not forgotten.

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The Desperate Mothers of Manhattan or D-Day Unplugged

Posted in Finley Ray, Friends, New York Speaks, Only in New York on September 10, 2010| Leave a Comment »

So what REALLY happened on Tuesday, the day the Desperate Mothers of Manhattan set their collective jaws and bear down on the Nursery School system with the same intensity as giving birth is this:

Chiara strong arms a couple of her closest friends in Boston and those who she is sure love Finny and her enough to commit to this craziness.  Who knows, maybe she bribed them or worse yet blackmailed them!  At any rate, three good souls said “yes, I’ll help you, even though I think the whole thing is dumb”.  Clearly you can tell they weren’t New Yorkers!  Dumb? Why this is practically a rite of passage to become a denizen of the Capital of the World.

There was Jocelyn, a dear friend who happens to love Finley even more than she does Chiara!  Jocelyn has babysat more times than I can count just for the joy of being with Finley and it was Jocelyn who formed the now world- famous and exclusive Finley Ray Fan Club.  Jocelyn had to be at work on Tuesday morning and therefore she would have to go to her office extremely early so she could man the phone there before her own work began.   Jo-Jo went willingly into battle.

Vanessa, affectionately known a V, had lived in New York for awhile and knew the frenetic pace and intensity with which things got done in Manhattan.   So not-with-any-stars-in-her-eyes,  V went off to her office at BC at the crack of dawn and prepared to attack upon command.  Mmmmm, I wonder what her boss thought when she was at her desk so early in the morning AND the day after Labor Day!!!

Manno whose real name is Brandon was a reluctant recruit from the beginning.  He’s known as Manno, a nickname that has lovingly stuck because Cash, Finley’s cousin could not say Brandon clearly the first time he met him and subsequently, Finley latched onto that easy to pronounce moniker.  Now Brandon had strong feelings about the potential move which would not only take his fun-loving neighbors away but also put Finley, who is one of his greatest fans out of sight.  AND on top of that, we have the elitist issue; the sheer audacity of this politically wracked, social-climbing, money talks and everyone else walks system which was distasteful to Manno from the get go. See  Extreme Sports: Portable Cribs and New York Nursery Schools

The rest of us were family and really had no choice – we were all committed to the cause; Finley Ray MUST get into a good Nursery School!!  Tom, the doting father was at ready by the phone at his desk at his very new job, prepared to call for as long as it took on company time because everyone in New York City knows this has to be done on this day; the Tuesday after Labor Day when a segment of the population goes crazy and resorts to pulling out all the stoppers to achieve success.

Chiara was in a command post in the City, housed in a corporate apartment and Finley, the object of this madness had been scooted off with a babysitter so there could be no distractions during the execution of the battle plan.  Surprisingly cool and level-headed, Chiara issued directives through-out the morning and maintained control of her troops, redirecting when necessary.  With the skills of an experienced battalion commander she led us all to victory in at least 8 of the 10 battles for the coveted application.

The morning started off jolly enough; we  were part of a great adventure and in it together!  So for the first thirty minutes or so, everyone happily dialed and re-dialed, assuming success was with the next ring.  NOT SO! Pretty soon it began apparent that some equipment was better for this frontal attack than others; a land-line was an advantage, a fast internet connection a plus. How quickly what started out as fun rapidly turned into a repetitive task.  And why didn’t the phone line at the 92nd St. Y ring?  And what was going on with Garden House? Ring, ring, and then dead!! I’m pretty sure the circuits and lines across Manhattan were beginning to shrivel and die from overheating as masses of moms burned up the lines trying to reach their chosen schools.

An hour or so into this madness, some of the troops did have legitimate gripes. After all, it was no fun to be the one calling the school where the phone was constantly busy when others were achieving success and Chiara was issuing email exultations in their behalf.  AND then of course there were work considerations;  Brandon had a meeting, V had to do some work for BC, Jocelyn couldn’t keep  blatantly calling from her desk.  The breakdown in morale was contagious;  Manno created  new names for some of the schools, V wanted to switch assignments, Tom began suggesting even more schools (clearly undermining Chiara’s authority) and for a while it seems as if chaos had taken over our well-organized battle plan.  Chiara calmed everyone down and by 11:30 the results were in.  We had been successful for the most part and there was still Plan B to be put into effect.  See

It Was Like D-DAY All Over Again

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It Was Like D-DAY All Over Again

Posted in BY THE WAY, Finley Ray, Friends, New York Speaks, Only in New York, tagged , , , , , , on September 9, 2010| 2 Comments »

New York City skyline with Empire State Building

Image by meironke via Flickr

Of course we’re ALL too young to remember D-Day when it happened – June 6,1944, BUT you’ve seen the old war movies, you’ve heard your parent’s and grandparent’s stories about WWII-The Big One and you may have even watched Band of Brothers – the HBO series about D-Day and the invasion of Normandy.  This past Tuesday was D-Day all over again.

The general in command of a motley band  of brothers and sisters  was Chiara Clark.  She had assembled her squad earlier in the month and with consistent email reminders and one to one training she had turned us all into crack soldiers ready, willing and able to march in battle for the cause: Finley Ray MUST get into one of the chosen Nursery schools for next year.

You think I’m exaggerating about this soon-to-be executed attack on the New York Nursery School system?  Then you haven’t met General Clark!  Two days before the set date of the invasion, assignments were reviewed, personnel notified to be on ready alert. On the day before the big battle, encouraging words from our leader were sent out via email.  A few of us even received personal greetings from our esteemed commander.

We were under strict orders to man our battle stations by 0800 the morning after Labor Day.  Not one to let anything possibly interfere with the plan, General Clark personally called each combatant to make sure they were at their stations at least an hour prior to the sounding charge.  This battle plan was well thought out, success was almost assured – but as in any war zone, you never know what might foul up the works.

Not like the actual D-Day which relied heavily on man’s willingness to take risks of personal injury for the cause, this day’s battle would rely the human capacity for patience and frustration and the advanced state of modern communications technology.  The troops were in a Tri-State formation; New York, Boston and New Jersey.  Our means of keeping abreast of the various battle fronts would be thru G-mail (appropriately named).

The trumpet was sounded, the call went out and each of us in our own foxhole attacked the schools we had been assigned.  I was one of the lucky ones;  removed physically from the actual battleground of New York City, I was able to perform my duties while tucked safely away in New Jersey, far from the fray of the raging fronts all over the City.   Armed with a land line, a definite advantage in this kind of warfare and a laptop, I stepped into battle confident I would succeed.

Things went well; there were some early on victories, exalted by our leader who spread the word through the G-Mail system.  However, shortly thereafter,  battle fatigue began to set in with some of the squad.  The pent up frustration, the potential of carpal tunnel dialing finger and the sheer repetition of the dialing was beginning to fray some nerves.  A few of the soldiers resorted to name calling and derision of certain recalcitrant application offices.  The schools wouldn’t answer the calls and in some cases the lines went dead.  There was even talk of physically storming one the schools!!

General Clark tried to keep the troops in good spirits and in line, while she  remained firmly in command.  However, there were a couple of soldiers who were too smart in their subordinate roles (or at least they thought so) and eventually we had a short period of mass confusion and communications breakdown.  Not to point fingers at anyone in particular because we all know who it was that began to use the G-Mail to send out his own directives about battle fronts and assignments!

By the end of the second hour of the battle, we had lost a few soldiers but the core remained on the line so to speak and in the end we had lost St. Thomas Moore and worst of all, the 92nd St Y – which was only disappointing because we felt we never even had a chance.  So disheartening to receive an email stating the 3 year old tours were all booked up.  HOW COULD THAT BE WHEN THE PHONE WOULDN’T EVEN RING?  Well when one plan of attack doesn’t work, a good general has a back up plan and in fact she did.   Personal calls to several well-connected people were made and I’m happy to report that by the next day, we had Finley not only on a waiting list BUT ALSO within the hour, she had been given a tour date.  Wow! You know it’s who you know, don’t you?

Clearly the Tuesday after Labor Day in New York City is its own kind of special day; the day that every determined mother marshals her forces and gets  applications for the coveted few openings in a New York Nursery School.  See  Extreme Sports: Portable Cribs and New York Nursery Schools.

On Wednesday, the New York Times ran the following article:

A Frenzied First Day for Applying to Private Kindergartens

Thank God, the bun in the oven now (known as Frankie, Cessca, Franny) will be able to be among the elite corp of toddlers who gain entrance into those hallowed halls by virtue of being a sibling!

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FIVE on FIFTH on FRIDAY

Posted in Fab Fotos, New York Speaks, Only in New York, tagged , , , , , on September 4, 2010| 3 Comments »

FAB FOTO FRIDAY

Of all the streets in Manhattan, none is more famous than Fifth Avenue.  Why half the parades in town march up this beautiful avenue!  There are stores, museums, Rockefeller Center and one of the world’s great parks-Central Park.  A stroll down the Avenue with a good camera and an even better eye and this is what you might see in one Friday afternoon.

Lego land, Lego store, Lego
Fifth Avenue is for kids and Legos

photo by Murray Head

Fifth Ave
Fifth Avenue is for Trying to Make It!

photo by Murray Head

tourists in nyc, Tiffany's,Tiffany & Co
Fifth is Home to Tiffany’s

photo by Murray Head

Fifth Avenue is for Art and Ice Skating at Rockefeller Center

photo by Murray Head

Fifth Avenue, tourists

Fifth Avenue is for Shopping

photo by Murray Head

food vendor, El Reydel Sabor,

Fifth Avenue is for eating Tacos

photo by Murray Head



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Fab Foto Friday – Faces of the Future

Posted in Fab Fotos, Finley Ray, Friends, New York Speaks, Only in New York, tagged , , , , , on August 27, 2010| 2 Comments »

New York is the ultimate melting pot of America.  This richly diverse population not only affords a myriad of ethnic cultural events (parades, festivals), a fabulous assortment of ethnic restaurants and best of all the chance to see the world through a child’s eye by seeing the child.   These are the faces of the future as our big world gets smaller every day.

Chinese children, New York city, Asian

Siblings

photo by Murray Head

Colleen, Irish girl

So Pretty

photo by Murray Head

binky, pookie, pacifier, blankie

A binky and a blankie

photo by Murray Head

sad face, Central Park

I'm not happy about this!

photo by Murray Head

Chinese dragon boat race, blue baseball caps, twins, tiger

Two Boys and a Tiger

photo by Murray Head

And one more – I couldn’t resist….

Finny, Finley Ray Clark, Cinderella,

Mesmerized by Cinderella

photo by GiGi



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You Drink Too Much, You Smoke and You Cheat

Posted in BY THE WAY, New York Speaks, Only in New York, tagged , on July 25, 2010| 2 Comments »

BUT… Don you are the MAN!

Mad Men, Don Draper, scotch, martini, cigarettes, ad man, Jon Hamm

Effortless Charm

Tonight’s premier episode of the 4th season of MAD MEN was great as was expected.  The gang is back together, regrouped and refreshed and re-committed.  It appears as if Don is the rasion d’etre – “We’re all here because of you. We just want to please you”. Sterling and Cooper may be the veterans of the business, but Don is calling the shots as in “Get out of my office”.

Betty may be remarried but she sure is not over Don! Doesn’t want to move out of the house and “he doesn’t get to decide” – sounds like still connected to me!

He is the glory man who leads a dismal existence.  Thanksgiving Day with a hooker, how traditional!!  AND getting slapped for being such a bad boy!

Oh yes it is a soap opera minus the detergent and we love it, don’t we girls???

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You’ve Heard of THE SISTERHOOD of the TRAVELING PANTS

Posted in Friends, Ha-P 2 B in OG, New York Speaks, Only in New York, tagged , , on July 25, 2010| 1 Comment »

This is the saga of

THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE TRAVELING LAPTOP

Brian, the son of Susan and Jim, friends of mine, moved from New York City to Los Angeles where he and his wife went to further pursue their acting careers.  He needed a sub-let tenant for their co-op for about 6 months, not always an easy thing to do.  BUT, he found an actor who needed to be in New York for about 6 months.  Problem solved – actors stick together.

Soon after settling in L.A. , Brian decides to purchase a Mac laptop and offers his Dell laptop to his mother.  But how to get it from Los Angeles to New York City??  Enter stage right, another actor; Sam.  Sam is a longtime friend of Sharon, Brian’s wife.  It seems that Sam is headed for New York where he has a role waiting for him that should last a few months and he won’t have a computer when he  is there.   Actors stick together-problem solved. Sam can take the Dell with him to New York and use it for the time he is there.  When he is about to return to Los Angeles, Susan and Jim will pick it up on one of their trips to the City.  A time line is loosely in place.

The job in New York is extended, Sam is not about to return to L.A. and the trip to Manhattan by Susan and Jim came and went.  MMMmmmmm …well no big deal because Susan doesn’t need the computer imminently anyway.   Nobody knows exactly how long the job has been extended  and there is no immediate future trip to the City planned.  However, Susan has a back-up plan;  When Sam knows he is going to return to L.A. , Susan will ask Joe to help her out.  Joe, our mutual friend lives in Manhattan, has an office downtown and comes to the Jersey Shore on weekends.  Sam is staying farther downtown and so Joe’s office might be a convenient drop-off point.   NOT. Joe walks to work and back home and it is quite a distance to carry a laptop.  Problem solved-Joe lives in Midtown and if the computer makes it to his building, he will get it and bring it down to Ocean Grove.  Friends stick together.

A reasonable plan all around except for the fact that Sam got very short notice that he had to hastily return to L.A.  No time to get this computer uptown!  Besides he would need a visa to get beyond 14th Street.

Three thousand miles away, Brian is not acting, – he’s too busy being the production manager for the laptop’s return to the East Coast.  What to do, what to do?  Sam is about to leave New York and the computer is way downtown.  Problem solved: Brian calls one his groomsmen, Milo Bernstein, who owns a few designer consignment stores in Manhattan; INA, one of them being downtown.  He (Brian) asks his friend, Milo if it would be all right for Sam to drop the Dell laptop off with him (Milo) at his downtown store.   Problem solved – friends stick together. If Brian can arrange to get the laptop with Milo, then he can get it uptown so Plan C can be implemented.

Plan C: this is where Peter and I come in.  Milo has the laptop AND he lives fairly close to where  we live uptown.  At this point, Brian reluctantly agrees to have his mother impose on us to pick up the computer and bring it down to the shore on our next trip and deliver to it to her.    There weren’t any alternatives;  Milo could not keep the computer indefinitely and Susan and Jim did not have a trip to NYC planned in the near future.  Problem solved-friends stick together.

Next step was to have Peter arrange a pick-up time with Milo.  I left this detail to Peter since I was already jammed up with trying to make appointments to show some apartments on Thursday.

Happy Ending: Peter got the computer; we picked it up at Milo’s building on our way to the Shore and delivered it personally to Susan.  Brian could finally stop playing Chess Master, moving his pieces all around the board, the Queen Mother got the computer and all lived happily ever after.

chess master, Queen Mother, pawns

Checkmate!

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