I was sitting on the sofa thinking of all things in my life I love, compiling quite a list, one I’d like to share.
What I find interesting is how each one led to another to another to another.
Writing at the top of the list. A new notebook. The midnight blue of my computer screen when it first goes on.
Men who smell good, one in a well cut suit, one who willingly looks into your eyes.
Kissing, holding hands, laughing, legs wrapped together like yarn. New socks. Sex and the City reruns.
Cary Grant, William Holden and all that’s Audrey Hepburn.
Little black dresses, Capezio flats. A scarf tied round your head Jackie style.
Jackie, big sunglasses, Jack Roger Sandals, horse posters, including one with her, gracing my many walls.
The Carlyle in the afternoon, ice cold vodka over ice, extra lime in a chilled crystal glass.
American history, The Smithsonian, my heart thumping at the Vietnam Wall.
James Cagney tap-dancing down the White House steps in Yankee Doodle Dandy.
The Sting, Chinatown, Godfathers 1 and 2, when Michael says, “Nothing happens to my brother while my mother’s still alive.”
Rereading Movable Feast, Pride and Prejudice and Why Sinatra Matters once a year.
Essays by wonderful women: Mitford, Kerr, Ephron and Vowell, to name a few.
A pale pink rose by my bed, the pastels of Easter and Richard Diebenkorn’s, Ocean Park series.
Watching Bill Hicks on YouTube almost forgetting he’s gone. My late friends Jackie, Nancy, Phil and my grandfather who taught me kindness.
Carmela, the basset hound, especially her ears.
The film Funny Face, vanilla Madeleines, Patti Smith singing, I Love Paris in the Springtime.
The French Impressionists at The Met, a stroll up their grand staircase. The main Library where the lions live…their gift shop when they put out all their Xmas ornaments early.
Walking across Brooklyn Bridge, seeing Lady Liberty from the Staten Island Ferry.
The smell of salt water, fresh paint and gasoline, pipe tobacco and chicken roasting on an outdoor grill.
Anything on all fours that doesn’t bite, and little kids with a point of view.
Spaghetti, wine, bread and cheese, black olives, pickles, hummus and ham.
My friend Joan, who always comes when you need her.
Bill, Ed and Rob gently correcting my grammar. Winston Churchill, who also wrote by ear.
Doris Kearns, David McCullough, Shelby Foote and all historians contributing to my love of history.
Teddy and Bobby, Lincoln and FDR, U.S Grant and Robert E. Lee, every film Ken Burns ever made.
Those few who read me daily, just because they like how I write.
Patrick, the cat down the hall, scratching at my door. The smile Al the doorman has when at 3 a.m., the elevator opens and I appear with tea and cookies.
Wow, did I pop a file.
So, what are a few of the things that you love.
I’d really like to know.
Stay tuned for, Things I Hate, coming soon.