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A gorgeous Sunday afternoon. After brunch at the Shady Lady in Astoria, we made an expedition to the Museum of the City of New York at 104th Street and Fifth Avenue to check out the exhibition of Roz Chast’s “Cartoon Memoirs,” a wonderful array of her published “illustrations” (we call them cartoons) for the New Yorker and miscellaneous other artworks, including her pysanky (painted eggshell art) and many pages from her memoir about her parents, Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant?
Neither of us had ever been to the museum and enjoyed reading the quotes about New York City in the stairwells, including this one with its curious bracketing. Turns out in the original quote the word for “toilet” that Jefferson used was the archaic “cloacina.”
Afterwards we strolled through the Observatory Garden directly across the street in Central Park and walked home sharing what we remembered about how we spent September 11, 2001.
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