To: Blue Snowshoe who wrote (4102 ) 9/13/1999 12:18:00 PM From: Joana Tides Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 7442
Blue, your beautiful Space Links and great posts are such a joy, glad you had a good Mountain Man weekend. I can remember the Canada Goose migration darkening the entire sky on autumn afternoons yesterday when I was young. Never see so many anymore. We were in NYC at another spectrum of existence to The Rockies, it was really a nice weekend. Such a beautiful day Saturday with Start Of A New Season energy in the air we went back there again yesterday. Shopped, wandered, drank fresh fruit shakes and snacked from street carts, peoplewatched and grooved in the Village, saw Les Miserables on Broadway. Musicals performed live have a way of getting into one's heart like no other, don't they?! In this one, the conditions that caused France to explode into revolution became more understandable of what in biblical terms is the atonement for the greed and curiosity unthinking of consequesnces that led to original sin (ask Bud Fox if this is correct as a good way to try to explain what the "what the hell?!" of the cause of war is?). So inspiring of profound thoughts, especially as was crafted so subtly to cast the seated audience as the at-odds clasees at times. The audience bonded, looking around guilty at each other, conscious of what a privilege of time and place our fat existence occupied. We get to sit there relaxed well-dressed and well-fed ... while elsewhere on the planet, well you know. And right outside, a shabby-looking man living out of a shopping cart was waiting for the audience to come outside for intermission. He was too funky to have been an actor, but his part completed the show. Yep he nailed some grubs aplenty for spare change and cigarettes there; couldn't help but wonder if he knew why That Particular Spot paid off so well or if he just came upon it By Luck. What a shame that "never open a purse on the street" is city survival smarts but That's the Way It Is... had to go to the lobby to get out something for him and then back outside again, had plenty of company doing so. He Was The Gestaltmeister. 909s, Joanie