So, you ask - what have those two scamps, Muscato and Mr. Muscato, been up to? Still on the road. We've crossed the Atlantic - missing the old
Normandie or
Berengaria every inch of the way - and landed in Boston.
We admired tall buildings:

And the bronzes outside the Public Library. If I had an ounce of energy I'd look them up, but I
think they're St. Gaudens.

We moved on to family in and about Manhattan, and celebrated the Fourth on the Circle Line, taking in the much-ballyhooed temporary installation, the Waterfalls. Rather dramatic:
And had a sober moment passing part of Lower Manhattan, where no matter what goes in and up, there will always be an aching void:
And ended up in my sister's rather Narniesque garden to think about it all:
A very dull couple of weeks coming up, learning the kinds of things that practical people think are important in perhaps the direst of all American cities: its capital. We will extract what joy we can, and pass it on.
wow...that's a cool garden.
ReplyDeleteDarling, I too am headed off to Our Nation's Capitol. I'm being sent there by the agency I work for, even though I swear I haven't doen anything wrong. Nothing they can prove, anyway. On August 5 and 6. Will you still be there? Drinks at Annie's Steakhouse? I'll be the tall skinny one with the bitter look on my face.
ReplyDeleteAlas, MrP, 'tis not to be - we will have decamped by August back to our kingdom by the sea. What a shame! Now, if you ever find yourself in the Persian Gulf, keep an eye out for a pair of stout parties with an entrancing small dog in tow...
ReplyDeletePoop. Well, greetings to the Wonder Dog when you see him next.
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