Thursday, September 1, 2011


Deep, suitcoat navy crossed with brassy Tabasco stripes is Brian's welcome to September tonight.  All I could think of was being a little girl on East 38th Street again and hanging out with the tomboy Lisa across the street. One of our favorite summertime do-nothing games was to see how long we could stare directly into the sun before we began to tear up.  Then we'd look at the street, still seeing the pulsing circle of the sun in its dim asphalt face.  After a few minutes of this, we'd get dizzy, go to my house, and Mom would pour us some KoolAid and shoo us out onto the shady front yard.