Manhattan

Sarah got tickets to the Judd Foundation located in SoHo (south of Houston street).  Larry, Sarah, and I (along with five random people) enjoyed a guided tour of Donald Judd’s living and working space in a multi-storied historic cast-iron factory building.

Photographs were not allowed, so I grabbed a few from their internet site.  I’m impressed by his minimalistic living spaces, but not necessarily his art.

FYI, Sarah and I had been to Donald Judds art installations in Marfa, Texas a few years ago.

“Do you want to go back to the apartment to relax before the play?  We have several hours.”  Sarah asked.

“No,” I snapped.  I was tired and body sore.

We walked around until I called ‘Uncle.’  In actuality, I was still cranky after lunch and wanted to sit, so we headed to a park.

When I was young, I did not appreciate how much my mother, who was at the age I am now, had slowed down.  I lacked understanding and of course patience.  Now I was my mother and experiencing the other end of the equation.

I asked my daughter how often she ran into people she knew (on the streets).  She said on occasion and usually in her neighborhood.

We puttered until time for our broadway show, “Oh, Mary” at the Lyceum Theater, the oldest surviving broadway venue from 1903.  Beautifully ornate, we sat in the balcony with incredible views, both on stage and surrounding it.

Joined by Sarah’s partner Will, four of us ‘walked’ to dinner.  (Walked, as in New York hoofing-it, marching, pounding the pavement, you get the idea, to walk at an accelerated pace.) 

We passed a gentleman leaning against an iron railing on the phone.  Sarah paused briefly and acknowledged that he was on the Judd tour.  Fascinating.  What were the odds?  Eight million people in New York City; we saw him in Manhattan at 11:00 a.m. then in Brooklyn at 7:00 p.m.  Can you say play lottery?

With all the hustle and bustle the past three days, my favorite part was time spent with Sarah and her community of friends, Will, Aimee, Nick, Dani, and Billie.