Governor's Island from Red Hook, 1800
Back on October 5, it was a beautiful afternoon, after a gray rainy morning, to take the short ferry ride from the Maritime Building at the Battery (a marvelous relic next to the new Staten Island Ferry terminal), walk under the tall plane trees, and sing under a similarly tall brick archway for an appreciative audience. I think we made more of some of the new, sad pieces than we ever had before (that arch was a great blender and softener for us.) Best bonus for me: I got to see, though not talk to except for sign language (waves, blown kisses) and lip-read greetings, my old theater teacher, Bill S., looking great and accompanied by his young daughter. One of my favorite people ever.