the party's over

But it was rockin' while it lasted!  It was held in this barn

(owned by the Lone Sharks' bass player, and set up as the

perfect funky party space).  Those guys play all the time,

and when they don't have another gig—they play anyway!

No wonder they're so good.

the north shore

Came out to the north fork of Long Island to see

The Lone Sharks (my brother's band) play.  Hoping to get

to the beach too.  The ones on the south shore (Hamptons, etc.)

are soft and sandy.  The ones on the north shore, like this

one (in Greenport), are rocky and littered with huge boulders.

That's because the glaciers stopped at the north shore of 

Long Island at the end of the last Ice Age (or so I'm told),

 and deposited all that.

you wanna buy a bridge?

Not the picture I wanted to post, but I'm lucky to

be able to put anything up! (*^$%@ computer).

You fellow PDPers will appreciate that phx-cdg and

I met this evening (that's the photo I wanted to post)

—and the first thing we did was walk across the Brooklyn Bridge.

PHX (aka Lynn) is terrific and we had so much fun together.

Thanks, Eric—look what you started!

surf's up!

This is a famous surfers' beach out in Montauk.

One of my brothers used to literally live on this beach

40 or 50 years ago, before there were so many people

out there and they had to tell them how to 

behave on a surfboard!

Montauk . . .

. . . is where I am for a couple of days. This is

the Montauk Light, out at the very tip of

Long Island.  It's been there since 1796, and

was used as a guide by the members of the

slave ship Amistad to come ashore nearby.

bonding

This morning on the subway, everyone was

cranky—I actually had to physically stop

the two guys on either side of me from

coming to blows!  But a couple of days ago,

I witnessed a very different scene.  The

ladies on either end of this subway

bench were talking about their similar

black-and-white outfits.  When the third one

got on and joined them, we all had a nice laugh.

Lincoln Center . . .

. . . is a total construction zone right now.  But the

Met goes on.  I'm not the biggest opera fan ever,

but I sure would love to be at the 125th Anniversary

Gala next March (and—gift givers, take note— it takes

place on the eve of my birthday).  Yeah, that'll happen.