The nine Star Wars movies culminate when a heroic character named Rey, on the verge of vanquishing evil, says, “I’m all the Jedi.” At our family wedding on Saturday, seven-year-old elder granddaughter Frannie, all the way from San Diego, ended up standing in for all the cousins. This morning Kathy and I stopped by in Mahopac to see most of the rest, the wonderful children of two of her nieces, and then checked in with her brother, Den, before spending the afternoon in the city.
Where there’s always something happening. We arrived at Grand Central and made our way to St. Patrick’s Cathedral as the annual Pulaski Day parade, celebrating Polish American pride, was making its way up Fifth Ave. MAGA was there, notwithstanding the mortal danger to Poland should Putin roll over Ukraine per Trump-Vance policy. At Fox News headquarters on the Avenue of the Americas, the news ticker says that the Trump-Vance blood libel against our Haitian neighbors in Springfield has been debunked. One would have to watch Fox to know if its reporters and commentators admit this as well.
In Times Square, according to tradition, impending doom was proclaimed. Someone asked rhetorically about the first anniversary tomorrow of Israel’s nightmare. As we walked back to Grand Central along W. 43rd St., NYFD’s engine company 65, aka the Midtown Mob, was returning from a call. One of the firefighters invited Kathy to examine an exhibit space containing artifacts of the company’s 126 years of service and sacrifice.
