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In the Line of Duty

I may be a Yarn Editor, but I have been asked (and agreed to) some fascinating things. [The following quotes have been exaggerated for effect and do not necessarily represent the views and opinions of their originators]. "Here, eat these so I won't." "Will you reknit this entire cowl this afternoon so we don't have to mail it back to Kansas?" "Tech edit and proof the copy on these 80 knitting and crochet patterns." "Go 3 blocks to Purl and get some yarn for Loretta to knit a fairy with." "Tell me what you think of this new Vickie Howell yarn before she comes for a photoshoot next week." [Needless to say, I agreed to all of the above]

Hidden Treasures

The City is big busy place - but around every corner, if you pay close enough attention, there are hidden things of beauty. Inside a weeping birch at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. You have to push aside the drooping branches and go inside their circle to see this. Everything carved on it is either single initials or name-heart-name. Pacifico is a restaurant on Pacific St. It's tiny, on the back of another building and you wouldn't know it was there unless you were looking for it. But it's also delicious. In the back of a pavilion on the northern edge of Prospect Park there is a grand piano. There for anyone to play, it has a few pieces of sheet music but you're free to bring or improvise your own. It's a public service project - there are several pianos scattered throughout the City. When you walk, you look at the sidewalk 3 feet in front of you. And normally what you see is a dirty, old, stained, cracking slab of concrete. But a pottery studio on Union St has embedded …

The City Never Sleeps

Seriously. Never. Last week I presented NYC as a pleasant, homey place. That took some effort. It is big - and loud - and brash - and bold - and I love it here. :) The trains are an amazing system of transportation... ...if you don't feel the need for personal space. One good thing about being packed in like sardines is that if you can't reach anything to hang onto, you're pressed in so tight there's no way you even could fall over. My stop only has 2 trains, the B and the Q, so the platform itself is rarely busy. But I've been there from 6 in the morning to 10 at night and every time in between and there are always people waiting. The pedestrians religiously use the marked crosswalks - but completely ignore the walk/don't walk lights. This intersection, in Manhattan on 6th Ave, is one of the few where no one crosses unless the light is in their favor. The BQE (Brooklyn Queens Expressway) cuts across Brooklyn and Queens - it is horribly busy, and actually faster to …