Archive for December 2013

If you build it…   Leave a comment

Could you believe I came across a real live petting zoo right there on Mamaroneck Ave yesterday?  There I was minding my own business, cycling along just trying to wrap up a year’s worth of cycling and hitting my 5,000 mile mark for 2013 (mission accomplished), when all of a sudden I see a van parked in front of a flower shop.  This was no ordinary sketchy white windowless van you warn your kids to stay away from…this van held precious, Noah’s Ark-esque cargo…in fact, the name on the van was Two-By-Two Party rentals, meaning, the animals, two by two, just like the ark.

I am cursing myself for not snapping action shots of the minimum wage high school age employees unloading this precious cargo from the rear of the 2×2 van, but there were snakes, two tiny midget goats, a hamster/rat, an alligator, a tortoise, an overfed bunny rabbit, and….drum roll….a Wallaby.  It was cute, hip hopping around like a circus clown.

So my fortuitous bike ride was more than just a jaunt on an unusually warm winter day, it was to reach my goal of riding 5,000 miles this year, and on top of that, and certainly more importantly, to celebrate my sixth (6th) wedding anniversary.  Now some of you may remember last week’s post about my anniversary of meeting my then-elusive wife, but that was just an anniversary of meeting her, now we have this whole day of our wedding anniversary…and those of you that know us even a little bit, may know that we have another anniversary in September, cuz we did this whole thing twice.  BTW, my wife is convinced we have not known each other for nine years.  She is just in denial.  It will pass.

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Posted December 23, 2013 by mayday76 in Uncategorized

Sherwood’s   3 comments

Well, it was nine years ago today when a girl walked into a bar at 2am and found me standing behind it.  Mind you, I was not “the bartender”, that person, my brother, was sitting on the receiving end of the bar, an otherwise empty local haunt.  It was late on a Saturday night, or early on a Sunday morning, however you look at it.  I can’t recall why I was alone that night, or at that hour…maybe I can recall, and just don’t want to share exactly why.  My mom and dad taught us from a young age that nothing good happens after midnight…well, this time, and maybe the only time, they were wrong.

Three girls came looking for a good time, a crowded bar, and found their way to Sherwood’s instead.  My brother, upon seeing them enter, told me in a not so hushed voice, “tell these nannys they get one round, then we are closed.”  Welcome to Sherwood’s, what’ll it be?  Oh, and this is your last drink you nannys.  It was not every night in this one horse town you see three very attractive (one, particularly good looking), apparently single girls out at 2am, no less at Sherwood’s, so the assumption was they were lost, or nannys, or both.  Speak English?  No?  Even better.

After fumbling with money and not knowing where the Bud Lights were kept in which cooler, the jig was up, and it was clear I wasn’t the bartender…or I was, and just forgot how to use the register all of a sudden.  Anyway, my brother kept his word, it was one round for everyone, and then time to leave.  But not before I shared a little secret with my new nanny friends (none of them were nannies, they all had real jobs, which was more than I could say for myself at the time).  The secret I was going to share was that I knew a “late night” place we could go, where the bartender would surely serve us more than one round before kicking us out.  Enter the “Cellar Bar.”

Maybe it was a mistake, maybe it was meant to be.  But taking 3 first timers to the Cellar Bar is risky…you never know who you might see there…or what might happen.  That can be a good thing too though.  I have, at various times, not been allowed into the Cellar…for short “time outs.”  This week, however, I was good to go.  After parking our cars, (driving to/from Cellar Bar is not endorsed on this blog), we all went in for a few.  The one girl I had my eye on was playing hard to get.  Meaning, she wouldn’t really talk to me.  I had to talk to her friend, who would then talk to her.  It was an involved process.

Before the night drew to an end, I was determined to get this girls digits.  However, she was equally determined not to give them to me.  So, I did what any gentleman would do, I got her other friend to give me her number.  Voila.  I promised to call the next day, so we could go on a “proper” date…a movie.  What movie?  Why, Spanglish, of course.  At least the horrible movie was not an indicator of our future together…right?

Alas, nine years ago, I met a girl who would make me who I am today.  Someone who has stuck by me, good times and bad.  Quite literally.  I love her today, and everyday.

Posted December 18, 2013 by mayday76 in Uncategorized

Open Letter to Metropolitan Museum of Art   3 comments

Below is a video of the museum exhibit with which the letter below below is referencing…take a look-see.

Here is the letter I sent to the Met:

Dear Mr. Brodsky,

I wanted to ask for three minutes of your time to relay an experience I had at your museum at the Cloisters this weekend.

My wife and I visited the Cloisters this past Saturday so that we could enjoy the exhibit by Janet Cardiff, the 40 Part Motet.  We thought that was an excellent exhibit, so much so that we wanted my elderly, infirm father who is 82, to enjoy it as well.  He was formerly in the Seminary as a young man studying to become a priest, and the gregorian chants are something he truly enjoys.

So it was that yesterday, early Sunday morning, the last day of the exhibit, we gathered my father, along with his walker, and drove him to the Cloisters with us.  He has difficulty walking, he more or less can’t walk more than a few steps with his walker without difficulty and great pain.  He does not do well getting into or out of vehicles, so this trip would take a lot of effort.  When we pulled up to the front of the Museum (line out the door), I asked my wife to step inside and get a security guard to see if he could assist us.  No sooner did she approach the front door than a guard appeared, and advised us to drive around, up the cobble hill, where we would be instructed further to gain access for my visibly disabled father.

As we approached the top of the driveway, the large, beautiful (wrought iron?) security gate began to rise, and yet another guard instructed us to drive through and pull all the way around to the back door.  We did just that.  Upon stopping in front of what appeared to be a large service entrance, the door opened, and we were greeted by yet another staff member, who asked us how he could assist.

We got my father and his walker out of the car, and into the warm building.  It was about 34 degrees outside.  We were escorted by a quite friendly young woman, who asked us if we needed to use the restroom before continuing on our journey.  This kind woman chatted with my father all the way to the elevator, up to the exhibit floor, and then shepherded us to the exhibit, allowing my father immediate access, even though there was quite a line ahead of us.

All this is to say that the exhibit brought my father to tears.  He had lost his wife, my mother, of 49 years, a few years back, and he misses her daily.  No doubt the beautiful exhibit brought back fond memories for him.

Your staff at the Cloisters on that Sunday, December 8, deserve to be commended.  We were told roughly 3,500 visitors passed through on Saturday.  To think that all these staff stopped what they were doing, in the midst of such crowds, to assist my elderly father, practically brought tears to my eyes.

A heartfelt thank you from a son who wanted to bring some joy to his father during a difficult period in his life.

Many, many thanks.

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And here is an email from the Chairman of the Board of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in response to the letter I sent…a Board I may have to join now…

Dear Mr. P,

I know that the Met’s Senior Vice President, Harold Holzer, has already replied to your generous comments, but I wanted to add my own thanks for your truly uplifting message.  It is always a special pleasure for us to learn when our visitors have been well-received and given the easiest access to our galleries.  I am particularly glad that you were able to see the extraordinary Janet Cardiff exhibition at the Cloisters, which attracted record audiences.

I hope you and your family will return to the Cloisters and the main building many times in the future.  Meanwhile, I wish you the very best for the holiday season and the new year.

Sincerely,

Daniel Brodsky

Posted December 12, 2013 by mayday76 in Uncategorized