The city is beautiful right now, clear blue skies and mild temperatures. Couldn’t be better.
Yesterday, after settling in, I ran to the Morgan Library. There are exhibits now on Henry David Thoreau. It seems that the Morgan has just about everything of his.
Here is his desk. He never locked his house, but he locked his desk where his journals were kept.
There is also a spiffy exhibit about Henry James. Here is his famous portrait by in incomparable John Singer Sargent.
The exhibit features interesting portraits and portrait artists. Think about it: in a ten year span, James penned three novels with the word “protrait” in the title.
In the library “vault” section, I saw the manuscript of the Battle Hymn of the Republic. Rather cool.
Lunch. Corned beef on rye.
My friend on the NYPD has told me of an even better place for pastrami. Gotta try it.
Also, I dashed up to the precinct and delivered my challenge coins, as promised. We are going to try to get Combat Rosaries for the cops. A great project. Perhaps some of you would like to donate to cover expenses. We can work on that.
So, my errands continue.
Meanwhile, which drink is mine?
As I was saying, Day 2 continues with a fast coffee in a place that makes their own breads, etc.
I marvel at those who bake. Everything I attempt winds up useful as a boat anchor, or tire block for a dump truck.
Off to the Strand.
When you go to this place, you are deep in the belly of the liberal beast. This place makes even Madison seem conservative.
However, where else can you find racks of old pulp fiction?
When I come to NYC, I like to stop in early at the Strand and pick up something thematic for my reading. I opt for used books which, if I desire, I can abandon with a note to the next picker-upper to give them a read. This time, for obvious reasons I opted for small, easily digested bits of Henry James and, because her birthday was just the other day (22 August), Dorothy Parker.
Dorothy Parker was a real rake and, in many ways, a tragic character. But she sure had a flare for language and a way with words.
Did you know that William James was Henry James’ brother?
Close to the Strand is an antique shop which is almost as fun as a museum.
The whole place is like this. And it’s big. Amazing.
Here’s a glorious bronze of St. Joan of Arc… famous Confederate General, if recent vandals are to be believed.
She is trampling an Englishman. Viewed from the other side you can see her ponytail streaming from beneath her helmet. Nice touch.
Lunch… the best lemonade I’ve had for a while.
Nibbles for the whole table.
I’m am usually strongly disinclined to go to Italian restaurants in these USA. 9/10 times am not only disappointed but contemptuous. Today, however, my carbonara (tough to make) was good.
Now I get to do some ironing in preparation for this evening and then read what I’m lead to understand is a possibly dreadful new statement on liturgy from His Holiness of Our Lord. At least my messages boxes are filling with panic and confusion… which is par for the course these days.
Meanwhile, I am determined to have a good time.