|Posted on December 11, 2017 at 4:50 PM|
Hello, All! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I am thankful for friends as you, who take time out of your busy lives to visit: Many thanks! I am thankful for the angels, 2-footed and 4-footed, who bring love, light and joy into the lives of others. Meeting them is receiving royalty. Emanating them is 'setting the lamp upon the lampstand.' I am also thankful to be a New Yorker, born in Manhattan's New York Hospital when it was considerably smaller than now. After spending my first two years in Jackson Heights, Queens, I grew up in Yonkers, and then my family and I moved further upstate. I did not miss New York, not right away, not consciously. But the recurring dreams I described in Story 4, "The Bar," are those I experienced in real life, living c. 75 miles from Manhattan. Like Timothy Green, I did not understand why I kept dreaming about subways, buses, high-rises and barriers preventing my return to the city who is written upon my heart. There is one exception: the dream about the bar itself, I had after I returned home to New York. Every description in the story is as accurate as I can remember, including the woman who approached me outside the bar questioning the meaning of life and love, up to the sun and white mist streaming through the windows. (After that point, I expanded the storyline.) To this day, I do not know why I dreamed it. Did I comb Broadway in the Upper West Side in search of the bar? Oh, yeah.