I left New York City!

And I loved it. Loved it. Had a great trip to West Virginia with Art Silverman, my producer at NPR. We were there to do a piece about a fire in 1945 in Fayetteville, WV. It was a sad story, but I loved Fayetteville and all the people I met there.

This is me in Not New York City.

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This is the Fayetteville Courthouse.

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This is the site of the fire. The family constructed a billboard which sat at the top of the rise, by the pine trees.

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I have pictures of the billboard and the children who were lost in the fire which I will scan in later.

Here’s What’s Happening in NYC

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It’s Sunday morning and it’s a winter wonderland. That’s the view out my front window. Time to go out and build a snow fort.

After I make sure I’ve got everything ready for my trip to West Virginia tomorrow. The last time I left NYC was … I can’t remember. I went to Bermuda and Paris in the 80’s. Oh wait, I went to California in the early 90’s. That was the last time. It’s been ten or more years. And next month I going to North Carolina for THREE months.

Well, 700 boxes of treasure await me at the Duke University library. I should be okay.

An Old Psych Ward

Missing Photo! A photograph was here! Don’t know where it went!

Last weekend my friend Kevin and I visited the former Kings Park Psychiatric Center. We tried briefly to find the graveyard but no go. The picture above is of one of the doctors residences. There is something so beautiful about the abandoned. My camera died with that picture, but there are many great sites about Kings Park.

Here’s one.

And another!

Reading Tonight! 11/30 at 8PM

I’m reading at a bar called Rocky Sullivan’s, tonight at 8PM. Rocky Sullivan’s is an Irish bar at 129 Lexington, between 28th and 29th.

If you’re not sick of hearing me read, stop by!

It’s Concert Week!

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Everything about our concert is lovely, including the flyer. The dress rehearsal is Thursday. I can’t wait. Dress rehearsals are fun because you get to sing with the musicians, but it’s more low-key than a performance. (I also love the “high-key” of the actual performance.)