At Penn Station on my way to the airport. Jazz keyboardist in echoing spot, playing upbeat standards. Across the walkway from him, Salvation Army Santa with bucket, ringing her handbell in syncopated time to his beats.
Spent yesterday out at Ellis Island. Friends were in from out of town and wanted to go, and I realized I hadn’t been there in ages. Glorious day for a ferry ride. Same ferry goes to the Statue of Liberty. We admired her but didn’t get off. We were on a mission.