Via facebook I learn of the death of an elementary school classmate.
Five days older than me, she will never be the age I am now.
The Husband, My Kid and I took the train to Union Square and bought books at Strand.
We ate guacamole and drank margaritas at the Mexican restaurant where the plastic men dive from the wall.
They went back to Brooklyn and I went to the Krane Theatre to see the New York Downtown Clown Revue.
Afterwards Phoebe’s Bar was the place to be.
One will go to Las Vegas to work for Cirque du Soleil. Another will teach a class. A third has his arm in a sling.
There is only one more Downtown Clown Revue left.