Forty years ago yesterday, New York City, which supposedly never sleeps, went dark. And then, went mad. From Time:
The blackout that hit New York on... July 13, in 1977 was to many a metaphor for the gloom that had already settled on the city. An economic decline, coupled with rising crime rates and the panic-provoking (and paranoia-inducing) Son of Sam murders, had combined to make the late 1970s New York’s Dark Ages.
Then lightning struck, and the city went dark for real. By the time the power came back, 25 hours later, arsonists had set more than 1,000 fires and looters had ransacked 1,600 stores, per the New York Times.
Opportunistic thieves grabbed whatever they could get their hands on, from luxury cars to sink stoppers and clothespins, according to the New York Post. The sweltering streets became a battleground, where, per the Post, “even the looters were being mugged.”
Happy New Year, Dear Readers. I hope your holidays were full of good food, laughter and love.
After tweeting a link to my last post with a mention of "Boardwalk Empire" actress and singer Margot Bingham, I got a shock days later when she actually responded:
The original Hollywood Bad Girl, Mae West. (IMDB)
Hello All! Another week flew by, and I feel like I've barely done much. I've got most of my Christmas shopping done, and my father-in-law is here from Trinidad, so things are at least falling in place.
Happy Sunday. I hope you had a great Thanksgiving. Ours was quiet, and actually involved not a single traditional Thanksgiving dish. No turkey, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, pumpkin or sweet potato pie. Not that we set out to purposely not do a "Turkey and all the trimmings dinner", it just worked out that way. Still had fun.
I'm going to pause here to do a couple prayer requests. First for my friend Aja, whose father passed over the weekend, and for her niece who's going through a lot right now. Her niece needs guidance, strength and peace. Lastly, keep my dad in prayer. He's back in the hospital again with pneumonia. He's responded well to treatment, though, and should be released back to the nursing home in the next day or so. Because he has a trach, he is highly susceptible to infections of this type. In a meeting with his team of doctors a couple of weeks ago, my stepmom was told they are planning to wean him off the trach. So prayers for his healing and improvement so that he will be free of it are much appreciated.
This week I stumbled back into a documentary rut, binging on old episodes of the PBS program "American Experience" available on YouTube. One of the first I watched was "1900" which gives a great (and rather thorough) snapshot of life at the turn of the 20th century. One segment briefly touched on "The Gibson Girl", which according to Wikipedia:
Happy Sunday, All. I've been to church and Starbucks, the forecast for today and the next couple days is above freezing, so I'm feeling pretty optimistic.
In pondering what I'd post about today, I considered the big pop culture story of the week: the downfall of Bill Cosby. I linked to a few stories about him on the blog's Facebook page and wound up reaching over a thousand people, which I believe is the best numbers I've ever received there. Comparatively, the story I did a week ago marking the anniversary of my sister's death hit just under 200, while my random stuff hovers around 30 to 40.
Despite the huge uptick in views, I just don't want to go into it here. Primarily because I don't have anything of consequence to add to ever-increasing list of alleged victims, the possible years of coverup, or even constructive criticism of how the media is covering it. You know the old saying about if you have nothing good to say? I don't have good, bad and the story is already ugly. I'll just recommend Ta-nahesi Coates's "The Cosby Show" piece at The Atlantic, and a follow-up interview he did with On the Media about it. And if, for some bizarre reason Mr. Coates ever lands here, I want to say, please do not carry any burden about how you chose to handle the Cosby story those many years ago. Forgive yourself.
Happy Sunday, All. Tomorrow is Zoe's third (!) birthday, but we started celebrating early. K will be at work all day tomorrow, so after a trip to the Carteret Waterfront Park (we were going to hit up a beach, but with the temp around 75 and plenty of clouds, we skipped it), we did a little celebrating at home. There was a surprisingly sturdy pinata (K had to crack it open) and candles on chocalate cupcakes made by me. On Thursday night I hung a bunch of paper lanterns from twine- I was trying to give it a summer/outdoor party feel. I lit the lanterns with tiny LED lights.
Yesterday marked the fiftieth anniversary of the signing of the Civil Rights Act into law, and this post is going to be chock full of information and links. First up, this story fromHuffPo which shows far we haven't come: