METROPOLITAN DIARY
Dear Diary
By JOE ROGERS

DEAR DIARY:

It was a beautiful spring Saturday in New York. My wife, Maria, and I were walking south on the East River Esplanade. We were about 10 blocks from Gracie Mansion, walking with a veterinarian, Fred, and his wife, Cynthia, who are friends of 30 years. Cynthia and I were in the lead. We rounded a bend and came upon a young woman of perhaps 20, who was with her boyfriend and near tears.

“Can you help us?” she asked to my surprise. I thought we had encountered a lovers’ spat and asked what the problem was.

“In this little tree, there’s a canary,” she said. “Look up there. My boyfriend tried to rescue it, but he can’t reach it.”

She indicated a sapling about nine feet high, canary in it. “It probably flew out from one of those windows,” she said. Cynthia and I looked up. There were probably 500 to 1,000 windows overlooking the spot.

“I can’t help you, but we have a veterinarian with us,” I said. “Perhaps he can.”

On cue, Fred and my wife rounded the bend. He listened to the predicament. The young woman was not leaving until she was sure the canary would be safe.

“Look up at all those windows,” Fred said. “From one of them, almost certainly, this canary flew to the tree. It’s about 3 p.m. In another three hours the sun will start to set and, as unbelievable as it may sound, the canary will leave its perch here and fly to the window from which it escaped earlier.”

The young woman was greatly relieved and thanked us. We walked on.

“Did you just say that to comfort her?” I asked Fred.

“No, that’s the truth,” he replied.

James A. Warth


Dear Diary:

Over a long and happy career of eating in New York, I have learned two important rules of etiquette: don’t make eye contact with anyone, unless you want more bread or the bill; and don’t stare at other people’s food.

Imagine my dismay when, on a recent evening at a stylish Greenwich Village restaurant, the two young couples at a neighboring table not only pointed at my food, but also laughed at it.

A friend and I were finishing a delightful dinner with dessert. He ordered passion fruit soufflé. I ordered cheese.

The plates arrived: his soufflé, redolent of the passion fruit, rose to a perfectly browned peak in an oversize teacup and was accompanied by a large dollop of sorbet smoothed into a small ladle.

My three small wedges of cheese lay unassumingly on a rectangle of glass, with a few slices of apple, a couple of dried apricots and some almonds on a side dish.

I would not swear to it, but I think one of the women at the next table actually sputtered as the waiter placed our desserts in front of us. They did not even try to control themselves.

“Waiter,” two of them practically yelled, guffawing loudly, “I’ll have the soufflé.” I tried to assume the quiet dignity of my cheese, which was excellent, by the way.
  
Alexander Kopelman


Dear Diary:

Several years ago, I was walking on the Avenue of the Americas and noticed a crowd gathered on the next block, clustered around looking at someone or something on the ground.

As I drew closer, I ran down the list of possibilities in my mind — perhaps someone had a heart attack, or maybe it was an injured crime victim. It could be a gang of vigilantes surrounding a wanted criminal.

When I got to the scene, I strained to look over several shoulders, eager to find out which guess was right. To my surprise and delight, I saw a small kitten cavorting with a ball and a group of enchanted animal lovers cooing at him.

Mari Cossaboom


Dear Diary:

My wife and I recently visited the Mongol art exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. We were leaving the exhibit gallery on the third floor as closing time approached, and my wife was particularly eager to visit the gift shop before we left.

We have visited the museum frequently, but were concerned we might make a wrong turn and lose valuable time, so we slowed our pace and asked a uniformed guard, “What’s the fastest way to get to the gift shop?”

Without missing a beat, he said smoothly and with a perfectly straight face: “Jump.”

We paused a second and then broke into laughter, while he simply smiled gently at the perfection of his delivery.

When we had recovered, he pointed us to the elevator, and we descended swiftly to our destination, reveling in the perfect New York combination of culture and wit.    Philip M. Huyck

Ken Lustbader saw a true combination of New York City and French attitude: a handwritten sign in the window of the Lafayette French Pastry shop on Greenwich Avenue stating, “We have fresh bread, you don’t.”


Dear Diary:

During the recent National Volunteer Week I led a group of 25 of my Fleet Bank colleagues to the playground next to the Jacob Schiff School in Harlem to paint benches and a retaining wall that surrounded the playground.

At the end of our day, as I was putting some finishing touches on my section of the wall, some fifth graders stopped to visit as they were heading back to class after recess.

They cordially thanked me for our efforts and made some comments on my painting ability.

Then, one young man approached and asked if what I was doing was considered “community service.” I told him that it was.

He then leaned a little closer and said, “Yeah, I got in trouble once, too.”
  
Jeff Barker


Dear Diary:

My mother, a woman in her 80’s who walks with a cane, boarded a 14th Street crosstown bus the other day.

The only barely available seat in the front of the bus was between two older men, also with canes, who looked as if they had spent the night on the street.

As my mother stood there not knowing quite what to do, the men shifted, making room for her.

As she settled into the space between them, one of the men looked right at her and said, “A rose between two thorns.”
  
Emily Epstein

According to Discovery.com’s Website the Humanzee thing is not slated to show again anytime soon. However, the name of the show is Sci-Trek, so maybe I’ll just keep my eyes open and tape it again in the future. I am definitely looking forward to the next installment in the “Walking With” series Discovery does. The new one is about cavemen.

The only reliable bit of Humanzee info I could get (about the specific chimp in the show) is here. I got the link from this messageboard post.

So why would I even care about a Humanzee?

I was in Maine for a week! What else is there to do at 1am in a cabin full of snoring drunks (of which I was one several nights)?

I digress.

My trip was eventful, but not in the same way. I spend 51 weeks a year totally immersed in technology, and one week a year in the wilds of Maine where technology hasn’t yet crept. While I enjoy the time away with family, the fishing/alchoholism practice/gluttony is a bit over the top for me by week’s end. I will definitely contnue the tradition as time goes on, but I may curtail or at least change my involvement in it. I seem to say that every trip, but I think this year was the year that will finally spur me into action.

We drove up last Friday, making good time, and with the weather cooperating for the most part. My father, who is incredibly stressful during times of travel, did not make the trip all that relaxing, even less so when we got a flat tire on his boat trailer in the middle of Massachusetts. The flat was flipped out with the spare, and no blood was spilt. I guess I just have a very different outlook on travel than he does. If there is no hard deadline to meet, why stress? Why rush?

The fishing, overall, was spotty. I do not fish the same rig that my father has worked up over the years as his “killer lure” (which really does work), opting instead for the more lazy fishing option. I caught a couple bass, but is it really worth the $ and the trip? I dunno. The weather was uncooperative. While we only had one day of rain, we had two aside from the rain that were too windy to fish.
A man can only take so much nickel dime poker dammit!

I’ve been writing this lil missive all day in between busywork. Since then, posted his own Chimp links, and I stumbled across this really good webcomic. I wish I didn’t have so much work to do.

Anywhoo, my trip was good overall I guess, aside from the tailwind migraine. posted some pics from the lobster party we had yesterday off her journal/website. We stop at a lobster place in Bangor on the way back from Princeton every year, and get muy cheap local lobster, then have a big shindigg. I am allergic to lobster, shrimp, and scallops, so unfortunately, I don’t partake. My friends seemed to have had a good time though =)

In the future, I will make a point of inviting to things which I would not normally think him enjoying – both in terms of pasttime and food!

I have a majorly busy week coming up. Wednesday I have some hardcore moonlighting to do. Saturday I help my co-woekr, Julie move, then go to Heather’s housewarming party. I need to come up wiht an inspired costume within budget that I can swing by then.

Maybe I’ll just be a paper mache ganesh.

Back to the grind.

something to tide you over, a great freds queez

1. Born Frederick Bulsara in 1946, lead singer of Queen, died
1991.

2. American entertainer (1899-1987) who danced and sang in many
film musicals with Ginger Rogers.

3. A fictitious Stone Age man, married to Wilma and known for his
cry “Yabba-dabba-doo!”

4. Austrian-born US film director (1907-1998) whose films include
“High Noon” and “From Here to Eternity”.

5. English thriller writer, born 1938, author of “The Day of the
Jackal” and “The Fourth Protocol”.

6. English composer (1862-1934) who wrote “Brigg Fair” and “A
Mass of Life”.

7. Born 1712, he was King of Prussia from 1740 to 1786 and
established Prussia as a European power.

8. British astronomer and cosmologist, born 1915, one of the
founders of the steady-state theory of the universe, he also
wrote science-fiction.

9. English tennis player (1909-1995), the last Briton to win the
men’s singles at Wimbledon – in 1936.

10. American lyricist, born 1932, who wrote with John Kander the
musicals “Cabaret”, “Chicago” and “Kiss of the Spider Woman”.