Category Archives: Cherokee Place

My home is

What do you love about where you live?

It’s a long list, that one that answers your question about what I love about where I live. Got some time?

  • The river is at my door;
  • There’s a playground less than a block in the other direction;
  • Convenience is on my corner: drugstores, groceries; coffee joints; restaurants;
  • There is also a school, a library, a barber, and a cleaner, all a short walk away;
  • Quirky stores that are original to my neighborhood;
  • My friends and neighbors;
  • And the person I love lives with me, too;
  • Buses and subways to take me in every direction.
Not this convenience necessarily
There’s a Starbucks under the scaffold
Cherokee Place is a special kind of landmark
Food and drink and quiet near to home
Our homes are also landmarks and special
The playground is a lovely place to sit
Or to play: if that’s your thing, grab a swing
Quirky. It’s a treat to pass the Tiny Doll House
Coffee and Frenchified goodies
My walk is full of decorations and flowers
It’s someone’s project to put up birdhouses
More coffee. More French goodies*
This is near enough to my house.
*Italian, too. See below. I’ve done a huge coffee quest just in my own neck of the woods.

Signage

This is new. There are many signs strewn here and there in the city.

When this one popped up, I muttered to myself, the Soviet Union had nothing on us. It is part of the era of mindfulness in which we find ourselves.

We are tiptoing to avoid hurt feelings, but not averse to a cancel or two.

Will dog owners be offended at the suggestion that dog poop might be objectionable? It’s for the greater good.

None of the many campaigns to have doggy doo removed from underfoot has completely succeeded. We soldier on. The municipal authorities keep trying. Bless them for that.