Sunday, February 03, 2008
After you've lived in New York for a while, you realize you're always living in and around scaffolding. The city is a big bee-hive, constantly under construction. I could call it an ant-farm instead, but I like bees, and am not so fond of ants. Sometimes the scaffolds go up but nothing happens. I mean for years. A survey conducted recently found that a surprising number of the scaffolds erected throughout Manhattan were not, in fact, actually being used. That kills me. This is Riverside Church, a thriving community center for the area. I am confident they will move quickly to make the necessary renovations. I sometimes attend a Quaker Meeting that worships here each week. Often we're in this tower, on the tenth floor, in a beautiful room with stained glass windows, a huge Persian rug, a baby grand piano, and a small stage. My ancestors would have plotzed.