Underdog is here!
As regular readers may have noticed, I have been doing quite a bit of art appreciation lately. Over the weekend, I attended my very first art opening! I asked the Lady whether I should perhaps wear a distinctive pair of glasses or a bow tie to better fit in with the downtown gallery scene, but She said that my red harness was jaunty enough as is.
With so many of us jostling for limited space, New Yorkers can be a fractious bunch. In the interest of promoting a more cooperative approach to city living, the Lady suggested I set aside my vicious impulses and try to learn something about one of my frequent combatants: the New York City pigeon.
Lester, seen above, belongs to a
pack flock of pigeons who frequent downtown Manhattan. I interviewed him at his favorite haunt in Union Square. His manners are a little rough around the edges, but not without a certain streetwise panache. Lester had some understandable trepidation at the start of our conversation, but by the end, we reached a point of mutual respect, if not actual friendship.
Regular readers may remember my post about my new next-door neighbor, Angus, a Border Terrier puppy. He moved in about six weeks ago, and after some trepidation, I decided to accept my role as Angus’s teacher. I had visions of instructing my young charge in the customs of dogs and the ways of the city. In my mind’s eye, our exchanges would go something like this: Continue reading
Walking along Greenwich Street in the West Village, you will come upon this ivy-draped wall. What could be behind all that greenery?
Fiorello La Guardia served three terms as mayor of New York. Only 5 feet (1.52 m) tall, he was nicknamed “The Little Flower.” You’ll find his name all over the city, from LaGuardia Place (the street where this statue is found) to LaGuardia airport to Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School of Music & Art and Performing Arts (a.k.a. the Fame school).
The last couple of days, it has finally been warm enough for me to leave the building without my coat! To take advantage of yesterday’s fine weather, the Lady and I paid a visit to Madison Square Park. Located just north of the famous Flatiron Building, this park is usually suffused with the smell of grilled hamburgers from the original Shake Shack (the Lady says she remembers when Shake Shack was just a hot-dog cart in this park). But with the restaurant closed for renovations, the air was crisp and hamburger-free for our visit. Continue reading