Friday, September 11, 2015

Tonight in Gramercy

My youngest son is visiting a high school friend at her dorm in New York City tonight. She goes to NYU and her dorm is in the Gramercy Park neighborhood of Manhattan, one of the places in the city I know best.

That's because before it was redone and became too pricey, the Gramercy Park Hotel was where I would stay, often with the kids who were traveling with me, for my visits to New York for The Nation's editorial board.

When he texted me his location this afternoon, I was flooded with memories -- the time I took a taxi from there with one of his older sisters to a play on Broadway. She was about 14 and was a little unsteady in the high heels she had bought for the occasion to go along with a fancy dress.

I remember I used to always write my oldest daughter a letter on the stationery the hotel provided when she was not there with me. I do not remember what I wrote about, exactly.

A professional memory is hiring a book editor for Salon who later became a big success at The New York Times Book Review.

It was just a very cool old place with a legendary bar and a singer/pianist playing the Blues at night. It still is, just at a higher tax bracket.

I could walk to and from The Nation, which at that time was close by downtown. Its old newsroom was the venue for a Woody Allen movie.

Nowadays the magazine is located at 33 Irving Place, even closer to Gramercy Park, about a three or four block walk. There's a country breakfast style restaurant very nearby and lots of ethnic restaurants for lunch or dinner.

It is a vibrant neighborhood, much more affluent than in the past, but there are still plenty of hot dog and pretzel trucks, newsstands, and vintage shoe shops nearby. Let's just say you are certain you are in New York when you are there.

Enjoy, Dylan!

Monday, September 07, 2015

Happy 21st!

Happy Birthday, Aidan, out there in Missoula. Julia is in Napa: Dylan about to head to the East Coast. We all wish you a very happy day. From the ages of 6 to 18, Aidan played sports in a way that thrilled me as his Dad. Little league baseball, middle school basketball, cross country, and -- of course -- soccer.

So many memories!

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Sunday, September 06, 2015

The Quiet

Up early to go food shopping and it was a revelation. Between 8 and 9 a.m., there are few people out and about, so there is no waiting when it comes to checkout. I hate lines. The grocery clerk and I loaded my bags and I was back home by a bit after 9. Lots of frozen dinners this time. Why? Because Dylan leaves with his Mom for a ten day trip back east on Tuesday.

That's a long stretch for me to be alone, with no one to cook for. So at least I am prepared.

As I look around my apartment there are so many memories of so many people, most of whom never come around any longer. I guess this is what it is like to grow old. You lose almost everyone, one by one.

It is still shocking when someone dies but more often you just stop talking to them, so they are as good as dead to you. I live in a great big city with 800,000 others and I probably have known about 1,000 of them in one way or another.

But nobody calls, nobody knocks, nobody connects. It is just me and my memories except when my children come by. I expect Dylan tonight and part of tomorrow, a holiday. Maybe we will go out for lunch.

Then lots of silence for ten days. Until I drive up to Napa on the 17th to pick up Julia and two of her new friends for a long weekend here by the Bay.

Saturday, September 05, 2015

End of Summer

Dylan and I tried a new local restaurant, Buttermilk, for brunch. The french toast he ordered didn't work for him. I told the waiter and they took it off our bill, so I left a big tip for their service. He and I think we will go back, perhaps for lunch instead.

Later he and I went to Game Stop and I got him the play station he needs to be able to play video games remotely with his brother, Aidan.

Aidan and I had a long talk. In Missoula, after his first week of classes, he seems to be adjusting well.

Both boys seem to think Julia is doing well in Napa. I guess I'll find out when I pick her up for a home visit on the 17th.

Me? I am remembering my youth, so long ago now, in Michigan. Labor Day always meant the end of summer, which in the upper Midwest is a big deal. Here, not so much.

There, we were usually at Rolling Hills, and it was the last chance for me to see my Royal Oak friends until the following Memorial Day weekend. We had BBQs, campfires, songs, games of Capture the Flag, fishing, swimming, and other stuff.

All with the knowledge that summer's fun was about to end and school (ugh) was about to start again.

I identify with my kids and their predicaments in this very different world. Dylan and I spoke about how he or his siblings might ever be able to live here in SF.

Let's hope for the next bust. That should do the trick.

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Thursday, September 03, 2015

Navigating Change

I've always tried to be good at this kind of thing (change) but now, at this age, I am encountering problems. This neighborhood is facing cascading changes and many of them are affecting our family. Bougaloo's -- our long-time favorite place for brunch -- has closed. Couldn't afford the rent.

The Slow Club, next to KQED, has closed. Couldn't afford the rent.

Parking around here has become an ordeal.

I feel frightened, frankly, by change. I have no one here to help me adapt other than my dear youngest son, who does his best.

Last night be ordered us dinner from Spicy Bite, our favorite Indian restaurant, and we had a lovely dinner together.

I pray for a tech bust. So rents start to come down and the pressure gets off our neighborhood.

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Sunday, August 30, 2015

Sunday Update

After I resolved my youngest daughter's cellphone issue, her 19-year-old brother and I had a late lunch at his favorite local Mexican restaurant, El Matate.

Before that, I was on the phone with the downtown Missoula Holiday Inn, where the manager said she would remove the $269.50 charge on my 20-year-old's debit card. It seems borderline corrupt that that charge ever appeared in the first place but I withheld that comment when on the phone with her assistant.

It turns out they demanded his debit card in case he and his GF accrued any additional charges while staying at the hotel. They did not -- he knew that the food there was too expensive so they avoided eating meals or purchasing anything there.

But for now there is no evidence that the hotel has removed the charge, so I am checking back frequently.

Capitalism! Whatever good there is to it, and there is much, the corruption it breeds saddens me and potentially harms all of us.

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Technical Success

On a hot summer's weekend, waiting for my 19-year-old to get up so we can get some Mexican food today.

Yesterday I went to a baseball game with an old friend from the Michigan Mafia group; the game was a stinker but we had a nice time catching up. Got sunburned.

Message from my youngest that her cellphone wasn't working and the only way to contact her was email. I called Verizon and got detailed instructions, which I relayed to her by email.

Not long after a text came in from her: "Hi it worked thank you."

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