I remember…

I remember…

I remember going to the park as a child seeing the monkeys in the monkey house. Watching the ducks in the water, feeding the animals, swinging on the swings, the merry go round. Having cookouts. Birthday parties! The stage on the weekends and performing African Dance...
The Marriage of Art & Architecture

The Marriage of Art & Architecture

August 2001, Daisy & Frank met through a mutual friend at Cafe Espanol on Bleecker Street, New York City.  They began dating. Daisy lived in Lawrenceville; Frank lived in Montclair. Daisy worked in Westchester, NY.  She would, often at times, stop in Montclair on...
What a Difference

What a Difference

I remember moving to our new (old) house on Cadwalader Drive, right across from Cadwalader Park, in 2017. At that time, the park looked more than a little worse for the wear. Walking paths were barely distinguishable from overgrown lawns, and casually discarded paper,...
The Feather

The Feather

As a young, impressionable 7-year old, I was led astray (that’s my story, and I’m sticking by it). Growing up on Rosemont back in 1967, I was under strict orders NOT to ride my bike in the street. That was until Tommy and Moose convinced me otherwise (never hang out...