I am looking out over the Manhattan skyline from a Brooklyn Heights parsonage. I can see where the Staten Island Ferry docks, and where the Brooklyn Bridge enters Manhattan and I can see the Empire State Building further up Manhattan. Beneath the Empire State Building is the location of community church.
I am in New York until the Memorial Service for Marjorie on Saturday.
My New York City visits go back to the early 1960s. I was here when
Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated and I was part of the huge
demonstration the next day, I was here for anti Vietnam war rallies,
and large meetings in solidarity with the overthrown democratically
elected government of
Chile. Most of my New York adventures were on the upper West Side in those days.
Later I lived a few months in Chelsea, and visited friends here
frequently driving from Boston and parking in the space of a friend who
lived in a co-op who had a parking space but no car.
When I meet Marjorie I got to know the East Side a little better, I would come down from Quebec and we would see the city. I remember the trip to Union Theological School for a lecture, it was cold and it involved a lot of transfers. The lecture I have forgotten, but that trip was an adventure. Marjorie travelled all over the city.
I know Boston so much better, but this city has been very much a part of my life. I will consider the next few days as if it were a pilgrimage, reconnecting with so many events over so many years.