BETWEEN TREKS TO MAINE AND NEW JERSEY I haven’t been home much in recent weeks, which contributed to my mind wandering as I passed a store and the voice in my head (one of them) said, The bride would rock this outfit.
Spied it Sunday on a walk around Jersey City with the new nuclear family.
That’s D1, SO1 and D1D1, and lower Manhattan across the Hudson. The Jersey City waterfront makes for a pleasant stroll. The city is reclaiming and opening up new sections all the time.
It goes on & on. SO1 got this shot with his iPhone.
Look up in any direction and see the building boom booming. According to the local rag, Jersey City added 3,000 luxury condos last year and will break ground on another 3,000 before 2015 is out. Dunno where working stiffs are going to live, I hear the 4 a.m. bus from the Poconos is already pretty crowded, but kudos to the Greater New York luxury condo class.
Dunno how much of that is marketing hype. Anything up high is probably called “luxury” even if it’s ordinary. The one-bedroom bargain variety start at half a million, and the monthly fees amount to a second mortgage. Better have beaucoup dough coming in the door if you want to make your stand in or around NYC. Or, get used to thinking of the commute as your 20-hour-a-week part time job.
The waterfront’s lively. This crowd turned out for Holi, the Indian festival of colors.
On my bucket list: getting splashed in Holi colors while motorcycling across India, followed by a dunk in the Ganges. At one time I had a slew of Indian biker friends on Facebook who were trying to get me over there. I haven’t been on FB in recent years, but India remains on the radar. They said c’mon over, we’ll ride up to the wilds of Arunachal Pradesh, which the Chinese claim is China but Indians know full well is India. We’ll moon the border guards and see if we can get them to take pot shots at us across the frontier. I said hell yes I want to do that.
Gotta knock off South America first. Haven’t heard from ol’ CCjon in Houston on that score lately but I assume we’re still on for November.
New York, New York, where cultures from around the globe meet: An Indian dancer, a 1,776-foot monument to world trade, and a macabre war memorial to Polish POWs murdered by Soviets in 1940.
D1D1, my little big-city girl, 13 weeks of age this past Saturday. Blink and it’ll be 13 years. Life, as you must know by now, is zippy. She’s smiling at her mom here, my firstborn D1.
Zippy zippy zippy. That’s D1 on your right, D2 on the left, little D3 was home with the bride. The situation was the Ayatollah owed me, so without a big to-do about it I was able to finagle some time off from the Iranian Revolution, hijack a plane (wielding a knapsack full of poopy diapers, oddly enough) and make it home in time for the annual father/daughter dance at the Daniel D. Waterman Elementary School.
D1D1 on her way into the world, from wherever it is we may come from, and wherever it is we may go. With this zippy part in between.
Today marks 11 days in Jersey City. D1D1 starts daycare tomorrow so my services here are complete. Now it’s through the Holland Tunnel, north along the west shore of the great magnetic rock, grab I-95 and head east & north for home. Will leave within the hour, aim to be home by midnight.
I think she grew this whole head of hair in the last 11 days.
Better angle on the ‘do. Funny how kids seem to change right before your eyes at this age.
She made that little scratch near her eye with a fingernail. D1 did her best to trim them last evening. Delicate work, that.
We had fun days together. I’ll never forget how much the little girl likes the Righteous Brothers. She likes to be burped to the beat of Little Latin Lupe Lu. I think she especially likes the line that says, She’s my groovy little baby!
But after this time spent with D1D1, I think the Bill Medley song I’ll always associate with her is See That Girl.
See that girl?
Look at her good
That’s something you don’t see
every day, now
Dig those eyes
Ain’t they a prize?
They sure can get to you
And, hey now
Look at that crazy smile
I bet you can’t believe
She was mine for a while
Tony DePaul, March 31, 2015, Jersey City, NJ