Day two allowed me to lunch outside. Winter has lingered a bit back at The Cupboard Under The Stairs (where there is no electricity at the moment… I remotely shut down the network of the Mother Ship in the morning).
A couple friends joined me for lunch and great conversation.
Just a few sights of the city.
Some might not quite get the connection between “Astoria” and a relief of a beaver in the subway stop.
Ummm… I doubt it.
Some propaganda on the side of a Village Voice paper dispenser.
Who remembers what famous event took place in the Cooper Union building?
Here’s a great establishment.
In the not to distant past I have seen this place depicted in paintings by George Bellows, one in Detroit and one at the Huntington in Pasadena.
Across the street, however, is a fine church, St. George Ukrainian Catholic Church. It was locked, but we went to the rectory and asked if we could see it.
As it turned out, they are Basilians. I lived with them on the Aventine Hill in Rome for a couple summers and a deacon at the parish, too, had stayed there for his studies.
Our calendars are off for about as long as they can be this year because of the vagaries of your planet’s Moon. They are getting ready for Palm Sunday. They use pussy willows rather than palms.
In the evening, off to the Metropolitan Opera with a bunch of seminarians. Something had to be eaten, of course.
Which drink is mine?
A day without octopus is a day without octopus.
The great James Levine conducted! It was Mozart’s “Abduction from the Seminary”.
Today I ran into Fr. Paul Check, head of the great organization Courage. Also, I am heading to Newark. At the Cathedral (one of the great churches in these USA) there will be the first Solemn Mass in decades, as I understand it.
