I am craving a walk on a tropical beach. The sun warming my back, the surf drawing white-edged curtains of foam over my bare feet before gently receding. Wisps of clouds in a water color blue sky. No work to do, no decisions to make, no wondering what might happen tomorrow. If you’ve been dreaming …
Ok, ok. Exuma doesn’t have a zoo in the literal sense. But since zoo is rooted in the Greek word for animal and, before that, a living being, the water and cays surrounding Exuma qualify as zoo-like places where you can see some pretty interesting species of both the animal and human variety. There are …
For such a little island, Exuma has a lot of history.
There’s something delicious about that first morning in a tropical destination.
Because writing let’s us be alive twice, I’m choosing to relive the last vacation I took to Great Exuma Island.
It’s hard to remember now when crowded streets brought joy rather than anxiety.
Thanks goodness for photos and blog posts.
Seven years ago, my friend Angela and I headed out on a warm Easter Sunday afternoon to mingle with other Easter bonnet revelers on 5th Avenue, to see and be seen. Here’s my record of that experience, with wishes for the return of the Easter parade and a happy Easter to those of you who observe it.
New York City’s Easter Parade down 5th Avenue is more than a hundred years old. It has evolved from its late 19th century elegance to its current incarnation – a 10-block promenade where the cute and the zany, the heartwarming and the gawdy, the innovative and the traditional compete for the attention of onlookers, photographers, and other participants. It is five hours of smiling, good-natured fun that needs only a few lyrics from Irving Berlin to accompany it and no further commentary from me.
In your Easter bonnet
With all the frills upon it
You’ll be the grandest lady
In the Easter parade
I’ll be all in clover
‘Cause when they look you over
I’ll be the proudest fella
In the Easter parade
On the Avenue
Fifth Avenue
The photographers will snap us
And you’ll find that you’re in the rotogravure
Oh, I could write a sonnet
About your Easter bonnet
And of the girl I’m taking
To the Easter parade!
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