in fathers day fashion

dad,

wore your navy blue cardigan, the cashmere one from nordstrom.

wore your white whale tie tack from cape cod.

played your banjo tunes and your favorite jazz.

toasted to you,

and was given one red rose in the evening 

which i held up to the night sky

never saying goodbye

just goodnight! 

upper west side

 

wheels

on riverside drive

 

on father's day

dad, 

'went down to the Seaport to see the tall ships this afternoon! 

the masts reached high, the clouds above like full, billowing sails. 

remember when we had one of your anniversary celebrations there, a brunch over Labor Day weekend?

then on a whim, walked to the Staten Island Ferry terminal on Whitehall, purchased a bunch of tickets and took a roundtrip ride, just to say we had done it?  Abigail and Charlotte were just little girls then! 

today, the Tin Building is a beautifully restored, Jean Georges gourmet marketplace.  i think you would approve and i will have to get Mom there to enjoy it firsthand.

i bought olive oil and sampled some shrimp, then wandered over to Fulton Street to browse the lovely new Mcnally Jackson bookstore before coming back uptown on the 1 train.

at sunset, i found you again in the golden sky above the Hudson. 

thank you for giving me this magical day of new adventures and special memories.

xoxo

at the south street seaport 

 

hudson river from my window

on the Cape

Happy Father's Day, Dad!

My favorite family memories have always been of summer vacations on Cape Cod.

Sandcastles in the sun on Harding Beach, or at Nauset or Marconi; library cards for rainy days; hotdogs from The Beachcomber; fried clams; lobsters; berry pies from Marion's; bumper cars; soft ice cream; penny candy; fudge; and the magical Ben Franklin store on Main Street in Chatham, where Grandma would give us each spending money to select a toy as souvenir....  dressing up for brunch at Chatham Bars Inn or dinner at Thompsons or The Wequassett... evening concerts at the Bandstand; and those long beach walks to the lighthouse, sometimes while flying kites or hunting for horseshoe crabs, everyone in cozy sweatshirts or windbreakers, smelling of salt and suntan lotion, with all the time in the world to reach our destination and just as much time to make our way back to beach blanket base camp with our trove of seashells, seaweed, and smoothly polished stones.

Are we there yet?  

Lots of love always! xoxo 

hugh and dad, chatham, 1972

dad and deb

high line from high up

and a little pop art for Pop! 

LOVE

AMOR

Happy Father's Day!!

The High Line,
from Hotel Americano rooftop....
https://www.6sqft.com/robert-indianas-famous-love-sculptures-arrive-along-the-high-line/

enterprising

love to love a well executed weekend pop up!
go girls!

near amsterdam ave uws....