The City & the Country nos. 37 and 38

First the country – and a further glimpse of the Chinese buffet in Kingston. An ice cream – not mine! – draped like a Dharmic devise. On Saturday, another show in Kingston, featuring my dear friend Dr. John Froud as the guest (a repeat visit and may there be many more), and listened to attentively by station owner JP’s new household addition, the appropriately named Automne. Here’s a glimpse of my comfy corner in Studio C, no more than 30 minutes from my house.

Arrival at the Port Authority. Memorable for many visitors – witness the Japanese lady taking photographs – her first glimpse of Manhattan. Last week, as I went up to work with Jimmy at his apartment: in the subway, a rowdy rioting mass of 12 and 13-year-olds, en route to a play in Harlem, from Brooklyn, led by a nice Kingsborough student who may transfer to Brooklyn College and become my student. I’m trying to work on my laptop, standing up amid this chaos. To my surprise a boy offers me his seat. The boy turns out to be Fernando – nice fellow – his courtesy is a big success with the girls. I ask them where they’re going. They say they have no idea. (Later I learn where from one of their guides, the Kingsborough student.) At 96th street they get out and change to the 1 line, as I do, but I slip into a different compartment, for a bit of quiet!

Today a year ago, my beloved brother Noel died. To us, who still love him, he is always with us, as here, with his beloved, much-traveled guitar – the guitar he played for me when I was a small child, and which I hear always, along with his sweet singing voice, and his sweet soul.