In and out of a darkened room

September and October are fab months to be in NYC. The weather cools, the sunlight is still bright, and it’s the perfect time of year for spinning around the edges of the Manhattan isle on the wheels, running through Le Park Central, al fresco dining in the last stretch of long evenings, or just sauntering through the grid. Fall film, moosak, performance, and museum schedules kick off with a culltchahhrule blitz, and yer spoiled for choice for artistic stimulation, and the baseball season comes to it’s cracking climax. I took full advantage of $5 tickets to visit the Stadium in da Bronx for almost a full week of the final Yanks homestand of the regular season in late September. Every game a one-run stonker. An excessive number of games (5 in 7 days at one point), but it’s a long off season.

A recent paternal visit shoved T. & I to dip into a few cultural delights that are on the always-there list. E.g. a visually & audibly flashy presentation of La Boheme at the Met, the surprisingly good Transit Museum in Brooklyn, interesting, ectoplasm-fueled turn of the centuary photos at the other Met, the wonderful get yer hands dirty toys at the Museum of the Moving Image in Long Island City Queens (try the film audio dubbing booth for laughs if you ever visit – oh so very easy to abuse to amusing effect), finally catching the excellent Broken Flowers, and the Philharmonic's Mahler 1 at the Lincoln Center. A progressive hop around fave Manhattan eateries & watering holes included in the parental tour, natch.

Oh, and the furrybeast has fall madness (similar to summer madness in manifestation). Galloping loon...