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When you think of funky neighborhoods in New York City, Fifth Avenue doesn’t automatically come to mind.  Known as one the best shopping meccas of the world, you just don’t think you’ll see much outside  of the box.  Well that is except on a parade day when Fifth Avenue is transformed into an ethnic cultural oasis or on Easter Sunday when many New Yorkers, moi included, don some vintage or outrageous finery, big bonnet and all and parade up and down those blocks between Saks Fifth Avenue and Tiffany’s.

Murray was out on Fifth Avenue the other day and he captured some interesting images:

cell phone, iPhone, texting nun, sister

Checking her email?

compact, face powder, nun

Mmmm my nose is shiny!

A Real Live Red-Haired Mannequin

All I can say is I hope he was worth it!

If you’re going to have a Mohawk, might as well be blue!

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Signage for the Major Deegan Expressway

Signage for the Major Deegan Expressway (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Just a couple of days in Connecticut, sounded simple enough.  Hey we’ve traveled to South Africa so this should be a piece of cake. 

My husband and I were invited to a post-wedding celebration out-of-state and so we planned to get away for a couple of days and we were fortunate that my dear friend, Susan, offered us the use of her house.  She wasn’t going to be there but was happy for us to stay.

Screw Up #1.   Too Much Luggage  Going away for a weekend that involves 2 or 3 completely different events,  involves packing a million different items;   you’ve been there, you know what I mean.  BUT, I’m not used to packing for a trip away from home mainly because we go away to our cottage and everything I need is there;  whether it be jewelry, shoes, make-up or clothes for various occasions!  So  was obvious when we started to leave the apartment and realized I had 3 bags (instead of one large one) and Peter had 2 bags and a bottle of water and I was carrying a handbag and actually had 2 others in the luggage (one for casual Friday night and one for the party).  Well you can see where this went; multiple shoes, multiple outfits = too many pieces of luggage.  He put the bottle of water on the roof while he loaded up the car.

Screw Up #2.  Rush Hour  We left the City at 3:00 pm on Friday afternoon. WHAT WERE WE THINKING??? And we consider ourselves savvy New Yorkers, yet somehow without much aforethought we headed out at 3pm – Could we have picked a worse time to escape Manhattan?  NOT only is 3:00 the beginning of New York’s rush hour, it was a Friday in June!  Geez, half the City was on the run out-of-town.

Screw Up #3.  Wife vs Husband  As we drove away from the building, I looked up First Avenue and said, “wow, First Avenue looks pretty busy up ahead, maybe we should take the Drive”.  So of course husband sees all of 6 cars in line to access the FDR so he opts for the Avenue.  Uh huh, it took us 38 minutes to go 40 blocks! Once we crossed the Willys Avenue Bridge and were on the Major Deegan (I 87) the traffic was actually worse because now instead a couple of lanes of bumper-to-bumper traffic, we were now in 5 lanes of inching-forward cars.

Screw Up #4Subway Series  Taking the Major Deegan Expressway is not unusual for us, however, there were other options.  I mention this BECAUSE it took us 1 hour to reach Yankee Stadium in the Bronx AND on Friday, there was a Subway Series game scheduled!!! For those who don’t know about the Subway Series; it’s the baseball games between the New York Yankees and the New York Mets. Duh!!!! Thousands of people on their way to the game.

Screw Up #5.  Bumper Bully  This fiasco was actually our Screw Up #2 but we didn’t realize it until after we were on our way and past Yankee Stadium.  So to backtrack… when we finally got all of the bags in the car, Peter realized he didn’t have his cell phone so he went back upstairs to retrieve it and I sat in the car while a large SUV idled right next to our car BECAUSE they wanted our parking space.  Peter came back to the car, hopped in and we pulled away from the curb.  AND here’s where we screwed up;  As we picked up some speed on the Deegan heading into Westchester, I kept hearing metallic noises banging around in the car.  I looked in the back, saw nothing and asked Peter what did he have under the trunk cover.  The noise was intensifying and he remarked that it sounded like something was under the car. OH BOY – almost simultaneously we realized that the bumper guard had NOT been put into the car before we left.  You are NOT supposed to drive with the bumper guard down as it could fly off the car and hit another car.  OMG, we were in Mamaroneck  with almost no shoulder to pull over.  A man in a red car passed us and pointed at our car, we nodded to say we know!.  We pulled over and both jumped out of the car to quickly put the guard into the car – me primarily to see if the flapping had caused any damage and yes it did nick the NEW BUMPER.

Screw Up #6. Message in a Bottle   We were on the Hutchinson River Parkway cruising along and still terrible sounds were emanating from our car.  What the heck?  I listened carefully and realized the sound was coming from above and at that moment I burst out laughing.  Not just a ha ha ha, or a giggle…no this was a hysterical laugh with tears running down my face.  We had now been in the car almost 1 1/2 hours, stressed out and I just realized the bottle of water was rolling back and forth across the roof of the car!  So we pulled over again and I removed the errant bottle.

Screw Up #7. A Colgate Smile   We arrived so late to CT that I said to Peter that I would just have time to change my clothes and brush my teeth so we could get to Sully’s Pub in Hartford where we planned to surprise my dear friend, Mary Lou.  It was then that Peter announced he had forgotten to pack a toothbrush!

Screw Up #8. Who Moved the Bridge?  Because my eye was bothering me and I removed my lens 10 minutes after we left the apartment, I wasn’t able to look at the map so I could figure out the quickest way to get from Berlin to Hartford, once we arrived in CT.  OK so I thought I would wing it and sure enough I had us lost in less than 10 minutes.  Well actually I don’t think my lack of remembering the roads around there was the problem as much as the fact that many of the roads and underpasses have been altered and expanded. That is the truth, really!

Screw Up #9. Nail It  My husband wasn’t the only one who forgot to pack some important items;  Saturday morning I drove to the nearby CVS store to Q-tips, stockings and nail polish!!

Screw Up #10. Belated Belated Greetings  More forgetfulness – I brought my friend Susan’s birthday gift to her house and apparently left the birthday card home.

Well now we are back in New York where I am able to recount the crazy trip we took.  Of course I might have been able to start this post while in CT because I brought my iPad BUT forgot to ask Susan for the Wi-Fi password!!!!!!

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This is a two for the price of one blog post!  MAY DAY, MAY DAY is an international term used to seek aid or help.  You’ve heard it in the movies, on television and hopefully not ever on a ship, boat or plane on which you were traveling.  The origin of this universal plea for help is derived from the French term, m’aider – translation, “help me”.

HELP ME! And that’s my segue to the other May Day.  May or  May Day is traditionally known as International Worker’s Day.  In New York City, Union Square has a long history of being the meeting place to gather to express concern, protest, rally and demonstrate.  Today OWS or Occupy Wall Street plans to begin their march/demonstration from Union Square.  

Here are a few flashback photos that were posted in The Gothamist (source The New York Public Library):

International Worker's Day, May Day march,  Union Square NYC

1914- Union Square

And this year’s protest poster distributed by OWS looks like this:

OWS, Occupy Wall Street, International Worker's Day, May Day, protest

International Worker's Day 2012

And our on the spot, ready to shoot photographer, Murray was in Union Square scouting out the preparations for the big day. These photos were taken 2 days ago which gives you an idea of how huge a demonstration is planned for today.

Union Square, OWS, Occupy Wall St.

Getting Organized

Union Square, OWs, New York city, International Worker's Day

Pushing All the Right Buttons

Follow Me

Rehearsal

Occupy Wall St.

All photos courtesy of Murray Head

Suggested articles:

http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2012-04-30/occupy-wall-street-plans-global-disruption-of-status-quo-may-1.html

http://gothamist.com/2012/04/03/union_square_now_the_very_model_of.php

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This past weekend the weather was about as glorious as you can get.  Not too hot, not too cool, not too windy – JUST PERFECT!  Everybody was out and about on Saturday including Pbenjay’s staff photographer, Murray Head.  I, on the other hand, was still switching my winter clothes with my summer cl0thes and ironing and ironing and ironing.  Luckily for you, dear readers,  while I was ironing, Murray was moving around the City and snapping some great scenes.

  THIS IS NEW YORK!

Union Square, chess game, gambit

Check!

On any given Saturday, you can always find lots of chess players.  Some come to learn, some to watch and some to win!

New York City, Manhattan, Chrysler Building

Looking Uptown

Union Square Greenmarket, radishes,
purple flowers, green heart, spring in New York City

A Tiny Green Heart

Union Square Greenmarket, flowers for sale

Flowers for Sale

butterfly, spring in New York City

Long Live the King

All photos courtesy of Murray Head

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one night, no return, Javier Nunez Florian and Anailin de la Rua de la Torre, Tribeca Film Festival

FREEDOM!!!

That’s what they say…. it’s only 90 miles away! FREEDOM seems so close yet it is another world and century away.  I had the great joy of viewing UNA NOCHE at the Tribeca Film Festival last week.

UNA NOCHE takes us to Havana Cuba where we get an intimate glimpse into the lives of three young adults.  They are poor, discouraged, desperate and oppressed.  Their lives are minimal, sometimes miserable and they reveal life in Castro’s Communist Cuba, sometimes not so bad and sometimes very.

It’s the story of three teenagers who try to escape their island home and life of poverty.   Actually,  only one of the three yearns for  freedom from oppression and he longs  to reunite with his father, who left years ago and has never been heard from again.   It’s Raul’s fantasy that’s the impetus of the expedition.  He can’t do this on his own, so he entices  Elio, his friend and obsessed admirer to  take on the task of building the raft.  And then there’s the very pretty Lila;   She is deeply attached to her brother Elio, her own savior in a chaotic household.  Her teenage angst is fueled by the scorn some cliquey classmates and the knowledge that her father is cheating on her mother.

Overall the snapshot of life in Cuba that we see, is quite dismal. The fact that it is a police state is quite evident and the dark side of Socialism, the black market flourishes.  As one line in the movie states, “Nothing is for sale in Cuba and you can buy anything….”

The movie is a powerful 86 minute drama and I don’t want to be a spoiler.  The film and its actors won awards at the Film Festival– well deserved!

However, it was the disappearance of the two twenty-year old actors, Javier Nunez Florian and Anailin de la Rua de la Torre, a real life couple who portray the brother and sister in the movie, that has gotten more press than the film itself.  The three actors were invited to attend the Tribeca Film Festival.  When their plane landed in Miami for a layover before flying to New York, the two disappeared.  When the plane landed at JFK airport, it was discovered that their luggage was empty, implying this was a pre-meditated plan.   Indeed it was, as now 10 days later, the two have surfaced in Miami and announced their intention to defect and have hired a lawyer to assist in their claim for asylum.

I wish them the best and hope they are successful in their desire to remain in America.  I’ve been to Cuba and although life as depicted in the film is somewhat exaggerated for effect, and I understand that although things are loosening up since Fidel stepped down, it’s still basically a repressed society.

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What an absolutely glorious day for an Easter Parade! Not too hot, not too cold, not windy, just sunny and warm.  The weather brought out thousands of parade walkers and watchers. 

The Easter Parade is unlike any other parade in New York City.  There are no restrictions, guidelines, leaders or such.  It’s day to parade down Fifth Avenue (well for about 8 blocks) wearing your going-to-church finery, your Easter bonnet.  Actually that was the original concept way back when, now there are aspects of it that are circus-like but what do you expect, it IS New York.

Well off to the Parade we went about noon, Peter, my son, Joel and myself.  We were dressed up and if I do say so myself, my hat looked great.  We had our picture taken, and taken and taken.  This really cracked Joel up; He’s a photographer so when person after person asked us if we would pose for a photo, he started taking pictures of people taking our photo!

I didn’t take as many pictures as usual because for some reason, I kept getting my camera tangled up with my pocketbook and the whole situation was awkward.   I have a couple to post and hope to have some of Joel’s photos to post tomorrow.

Easter parade, 2012, easter nyc, Joel Berti

Debbie, Joel and Peter

easter parade photos 2012 new york city

Yes those are real feathers!

easter parade new york city 2012

As Yellow as an Easter Peep

easter parade 2012 NYC

Me, Matthew, Michele and Peter "on the Avenue"

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parade

It’s a grand day to be Irish for sure…however, if you live in New York City like I do, then even if you’re not Irish, it’s grand day after all.  The sun is shining, the City is full of green-clad, shamrock-adorned folks.  Kids are wearing Irish cable knit sweaters and green deely-boppers on their heads. Kilts in every tartan you can imagine, politicians sporting green carnation boutineers and tams.  The air has been filled all day with the wailing mournful sound of the bagpipes.

We went to the parade early today and took Finley with us.  She enjoyed hanging onto the barricade at curbside and watched as bagpipers, horn-blowers and drummers marched by.  The flags were flying, the bands marching, majorettes twirling and thousands of people walking up Fifth Avenue following the famous green center line.

It was the perfect day for a parade, not too hot, not too cold and not raining  as it has in some past years.  However, I knew it was only a matter of time before I would hear the familiar “I have to pee”.  If you’ve been to a parade with a child, you know it’s inevitable and if you’re on Fifth Avenue in the middle of Manhattan, you know it’s impossible!

I gathered her up and we pushed our way through the crowds to get to a side street.  We were in the East mid-60’s so I figured if we got to Madison, perhaps I would find a restaurant or store where she could use the rest room.  As we were rushing past stores and shops, I was telling Finley, “no, not this one, no we can’t go in there, no bathroom”.   With that inimitable wisdom of a three and a half year old, Finley said, “Why not, every place has a bathroom”. As they say, out of the mouths of babes!  After a two block hike with little Finny repeating her needs to me in a plaintive voice, I spied Bar Italia and walked in and said to the hostess at the door that I needed to take her (Finley) to the bathroom.  She looked at me and smiled and said, “I’m sorry, the rest rooms are only for our customers”.  I was furious!  I looked at her and said in a loud voice, “That’s ridiculous and it’s illegal” and swept past her carrying Finley and walked right through the entire restaurant to the back, asked a bus boy where the ladies room was and carried Finny in.   I noticed someone had left a Dior compact on the vanity so on my way out, for a final coup de grace,  I slapped the compact down on the counter in front of her and muttered, “someone left this in your ladies room” and stormed out.

Boy did that feel good!  By the way, I don’t know whether it’s legal or not to restrict the use of a bathroom in a public restaurant and I certainly understand that  restaurants don’t want derelicts or homeless people coming in to use the facilities;  However, I’m a woman of a certain age carrying a toddler, really what horrible things  might we have done in that bathroom?

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This is an ode to old-fashioned customer service! Regis Philbin and Kelly Rippa have been appearing in a series of television commercials touting the virtues of TD Bank.  No monthly fees, debit cards and most of all personal service.  Perhaps the commercial I’m referring to, doesn’t run in your part of the country and if so, the irony of the title may escape you.  However, this blog post isn’t about TD Bank; No, it’s about my own personal banker.

Way back in the ’80’s I had occasion to open a joint savings account with my father at Superior Federal Bank in Arkansas.  Yes, I know it sounds odd.  Well. I had my reasons…. I lived in Connecticut then and for many years I had little to do with bank account – whatever money was in there was money I had put aside, not to touch.  Years later, the bank was bought or merged with Arvest Bank and I moved to New York City.

Eventually, periodically I  would  transfer funds from that account  to my bank in New York.  It was quite a process actually.  In order to get the money to New York,  I had to dictate an extremely long and complicated litany of addresses, AB routing numbers , a beneficiary account and then for further credit to another account number .  This was a lot to say on the telephone and not being a banker, I don’t really know what the process was on the end in Arkansas, but often when I called, the woman who answered the phone would tell me that she would get Ethel to assist me because Ethel knew what to do and I didn’t have to reiterate the litany to her;  Ethel was my first personal banker at Arvest!

Every time I’d call the bank,  I was warmly greeted with a cheery “Hello, Miss Lori”.  Gosh, you’d think I was a regular local customer who came in every week to deposit my paycheck!  Fast forward to the last couple of years;  Ethel retired and  at some point, Damon answered the phone when I called to facilitate a wire transfer.

Damon has that silky Southern drawl, not real deep-South, and not Arkansasese, just soft and pleasant.  So here I am, Type A++ living in Type A Manhattan and on the other end of the phone is this relaxed voice exuding capability and assuring me all would be handled asap.  And true to his word, Damon got the wire transfer out and followed up with a phone call to let me know it went through.

Now, don’t you find that amazing?  I mean, really…have you ever tried to get a live person at Chase Manhattan?  Ha, ha, ha, and you can add Bank of America, Citi Bank and every other mega financial institution around here to that impersonal personal service.  I CAN pick up the phone and call my banker, in fact, I can also email him and get a reply!  I think that IS JUST FANTASTIC!  And he always inquires “How are you today, Miss Lori?”   Sometimes we chat about the differences in the weather between Arkansas and New York.

I called one day and was told Damon no longer worked at that branch YIKES panic strikes!  Oh! He was now in an Oklahoma branch, BUT he would  still be able to take care of business for me.  The next time he transferred, he let me know where he would be and sent me pre-addressed envelopes with Attention to his name so my deposits would be personally handled by him!!  NOW I CALL THAT PERSONAL SERVICE!

So there it is, my ode, my homage to REAL CUSTOMER SERVICE and Damon, the best personal banker you could have!  Thanks Damon!!

Superior Federal Bank, Mena, ARK, ARVEST bank, Damon Miller

ARVEST BANK

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My friend, Gail sent me this YouTube video and it cracked me up.  Many of you (my readers) who do not live in The City have written to me and told me how much you enjoy hearing about life in Manhattan through photos and prose.  Here’s a video you will find hilarious.

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Go G-men!     

Oh yeah!!!!!

The New York Giants are going to the Super Bowl where they will meet up with the Boston Patriots.  A great day for the East Coast!  The Empire State was bathed in blue lights tonight!  Yes,  they had to go into overtime but win they did with a 31 yard field goal by Lawrence Tynes.

New York Giants Blue

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