The devil is in the…

This is a row of details on the south side of 23rd Street. I am standing at the beginning of Madison Avenue. It’s starting point is here at 23rd Street, with Broadway to its west. Madison starts here, but Broadway goes on forever, slowly edging east til it crosses 5th just about here.

Madison Square Park starts here, too, rising two blocks up to 25th Street. This weekend was the end of the NoMad Jazz Festival in its 1st year. It boasted a brilliantly packed schedule. We stayed for Arta Jēkabsone, who, with a nine piece band, presented Searching for a Song and The Brandee Younger Trio. There were harps in both; in The Brandee Younger Trio, she leads on the harp. Wow.

To borrow a theme from Paul Krugman’s Substack, I will leave you with music. It’s jazz, too.

A picture tour

Unwelcome

Storekeepers spend a good deal on rent alone to sell their goods.

You would think they want to make customers happy. And that they would welcome any custom that came their way.

This makes me wonder about the sign in this big old laundromat. ¿They do not want you to bring in wet laundry from outside.¿

There were many vacant machines.

Where and why

07❓️

I have to make an admission, I thought this was my stall number.

I also thought it was some sort of omen.

Turns out that this is The Smith’s numero de plume, 07.

Let me explain, Burt and I shared the 7. We were children of 7, just on different months. That was a pleasing fact. We liked both being born on the seventh. Plus, for me the 07 was almost 007, which I thought was cool. That all sans benefit of alcohol.

Omen, no man.