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via thirteenthavenue.blogspot.com Fas­ci­nat­ing bit of NYC lore: the imper­ma­nence of 13th Avenue.

via ahistoryofnewyork.com An adver­tise­ment for the first Macy’s Thanks­giv­ing Day Parade. Ele­phants! Bears! Mon­keys! The first bal­loon? Felix the Cat in 1927. Live ani­mals fell by the way­side. Posted via web from Dan McCarthy’s Stream

via richardalanroberts.co.uk I’ve loved Hel­vetica ever since I set type by hand with it in the mid-70’s. Not only did it print clean, it stayed clean — the ink didn’t gum up in the ridges like it did on the dainty serif fonts. And when you looked closely at the type heads, you could see […]

via cabinfeverart.com Note the post prior: this is what hap­pens to you after 50 can­dles pop out of your head. Posted via web from Dan McCarthy’s Stream

via johnhemmenart.com Inspired, isn’t it? And a lit­tle scary… Posted via web from Dan McCarthy’s Stream

Fifty years ago, my mom was at the begin­ning, my dad was at the begin­ning, I was about to start. We were all in Worces­ter, in the lit­tle apart­ment. Nine months was com­ing to an end: the mar­riage was 11 months old. What voices ran through their minds? It was a start­ing out. They were […]

via youtube.com This city was a thriv­ing port at the end of the Bronze Age, occu­pied 5000 years ago. A team of arche­ol­o­gists sur­vey­ing it real­ized, as they cat­a­loged the arti­facts, that the town was older than they had imag­ined. It has been sub­merged for cen­turies, rest­ing peace­fully in shal­low waters on what once was […]

I am on the couch on the porch. The morn­ing is humid, but not chilled. The night is eas­ing off. It is about 7 am on Sun­day morn­ing. Char­lie just scur­ried off to the front dri­ve­way to check some­thing out. Bella heeded my admo­ni­tion to stay. The organic mat­ter in the yard is begin­ning to wither. […]

When I was 14 or so, my father  reclaimed a sail­boat that had been left untended for years on a trailer under the trees near our house. The open deck had been closed in by a waxed, mildewed can­vas cover. Under the moss and grit that cov­ered the hull, the wood was still sturdy and sound. […]

I’m out in West­hamp­ton Beach for a cou­ple of days cel­e­brat­ing Tami’s birth­day. It’s a spe­cial place for us: we were mar­ried on this beach, our youngest son was born here and we’ve lived here for stretches off and on. The weather has been gor­geous, the kids are hav­ing a blast with friends and we’ve […]