Indian summer in New York and a good day to walk around the entire perimeter of the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir in Central Park. I love Jackie’s lake, it’s so zen. I sometimes go there on Mondays, but only when the sky is very blue and almost completely cloudless. Today was Columbus Day in New York but I never go to work on Mondays anyway because it’s too depressing to see all those people on the street in the morning with hang-dog back-to-work expressions on their faces. Working on Mondays seems so uncivilized. I like to walk around the Jackie O. Reservoir and think about Jackie and Jackie Susann and my friends who are no longer alive. Yoko Ono has a bench in Strawberry Fields dedicated to my best friend Robert who passed away last year. He loved Central Park and New York more than anything. He was one of those weird, wonderful New Yorkers who almost never left Manhattan. I think the only times he did leave were to go to Buffalo on Christmas.
I didn’t realize that New York had a Columbus Day parade, but here’s the evidence. It was filled with all sorts of quasi-Italian Rennaisance sorts of things and also this lady swimming around in an enormous vodka gimlet. Maybe she’s supposed to be Christopher Columbus’s secret mermaid lover? The parade was accompanied by classical Renaissance and opera music. Now that’s what I call parade music – much more pleasant than the hideous, cliched dance music they subject people to at the gay pride parade.
I hope Diane is having a good time in Paris for fashion week – I wish I was there! I hope she had a fantastic birthday. (And I made it through this post without plugging my book – a miracle!)
Thanks for reading,
Love, Glenn Belverio
