Was this a red letter day? Met Rebecca in a bookstore, walked in park on her suggestion to see Il Travatore, or some such opera by Puccini, then considered The Skin of Our Teeth before taking up Matin on his offer of free meal for sunday afternoon inconvenience of removing security gate for phone guys which was nothing more than 3 screws which any crook could undo so i haven't put it back up yet and probably never will, not after last night's rooftop exploration wondering, "Should old chairs go here?" but giant central air unit so loud I keep my windows closed--if it's not one thing it's another.

rebecca | e 71st & 1st | tuesday june 16 1998

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