Pam
and I made a plan yesterday to walk today.
I get up early to sunny skies.
Get dressed. The phone rings. It’s M.
We end up in a long conversation and my motivation to walk starts to
wane.
I
hang up and call Pam. Turns out her
daughter was out walking at six this morning to raise money for one of the
Boston victims. Pam went with her, as
she understandably didn’t want her daughter walking through the city streets
alone at six a.m.
I
decide I’ll walk later. It’s easy for me
to get derailed. But I stick to my
self-imposed commitment (there is much to be said for Nike’s Just Do it trademark). At mid-afternoon
I leave my house.
I
decide on a destination-walk. Two miles
each way to the Museum of the City of New York. It turns out to be a walk
well-worth taking. I stop on my way and
pick up a slice of carrot cake at Lloyd’s.
Even a four-mile walk won’t cover the calories.
I
had wanted to go to the MCNY for a while.
They are having an exhibit on micro-living spaces. On display are designs for very small
apartments, including a life-size model.
The use of space is brilliant. I
could almost imagine living in one. There are pull-outs and drop-downs hidden
everywhere. Furniture that can be used
for multiple purposes. Drawers disguised
as cabinets. A full-sized dining table
slid into a counter top. And one
closet. If you have four T-shirts, two
pair of pants, one coat, and no other stuff, it’d be perfect.
There
is also an exhibit exploring New York’s history of activism, as far back as the
17th century. I loved
it.
But
my favorite was a 22-minute three-screen multi-media documentary on the history
of New York. By the time the short film
ended, I swear I had tears in my eyes.
It’s amazing how a city can evoke such emotion.
Addendum:
Later,
I tell M about the exhibit and she says, “I would have loved the film.” I say, “Yes, that was my favorite part too. Every city should have one.” To which M adds, “"Every thing should have one.” If you can compellingly tell a 500-year
history in 22-minutes, nothing should take longer.
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