Commencement(s)

Well, Radio City's been MEGABUSY with movie premieres, soap opera awards, and one graduation ceremony after another. Yesterday was FIT, today was Pace. Tomorrow could be...? Dunno, but I'm sure the onslaught of caps and gowns is only beginning.



A recent Radio City find tucked inside an old book was a copy of the 1977 Thanksgiving Day program from the premiere of Pete's Dragon. Mom, Dad and I traipsed merrily into Manhattan to see this, NOT dine on turkey that day, and spend the day together. I remember my mother had cut her hand badly on the inside of a metal file cabinet, and was bandaged. Why this sticks out? Hell if I know. We had one more Thanksgiving without turkey in 1989, as we sat at Casa Pepe, a mexican place near Colonial Road. I don't think I've been in there since.



Soon, I will say goodbye to this area as I move backwards in time to my new office, the old SkyRink on 33rd St. For everyone else, this is new. For me, it's a weird slice of my life--1980 through 1985, then a six year break until March 1991 when I had resumed my life on ice again. The nabe has been built up again, so my memories of the hookers and drug dealers are vanquished. How incongruous a sight we were: holding our scribes under our arms for patch sessions while shady characters scored their "goods". Strange days, indeed.



Aha! OutLook is up and running again. No more goofy "stalls". Back to orders...