FIRE! Fire...on the street...in Manhattan! We'd just turned the corner from Fifth Avenue, onto east 102nd Street. From immersion in Yiddish New York at the Museum of the City of New York a few steps into what was once called Spanish Harlem, now East Harlem.
Getting ready to barbeque, a couple of men use the base of a late 19th century school as backdrop to their preparations. Futher on, spectators arranged chairs to watch women's softball. Ron (see gray head) joined them and offered advice on where I should stand to catch the action. We saw some very powerful players.
Once more my thoughts went to what those of us in the aspiring middle class had lost. As we have moved away from the immigrant life that brought us here, have we replaced this kind of community with similar vibrancy? Some, I notice with longing, still have it in a revised form as fiber artists in Harlem.
[Posted while a little red hen and spouse visit family in Portland, Oregon]