1. I can walk arm-in-arm, hand-in-hand with my love anywhere and not feel eyes on us, as if we were two men or two women or an interracial couple.
2. That is changing, however.  I’m sitting in a park in the West Village – a new one, across from the old St Vincent’s – and remembering when this was the only neighborhood you’d see two men walking together; as if this was a tourist destination for that reason alone.
3. The old St Vincent’s, where my life was saved when I fell from a lift and punctured a lung.
4. The girl – a friend of Donnas roommate who happened to be staying over – who insisted on calling an ambulance that night.  I was going to try to go back sleep; Donna was fine with that.  She saved my life as much as St Vincent’s and I don’t remember her name.  Jodie, maybe.
5. I was out for a long walk today, from Nancy’s to St Luke’s for a meeting and around 14th street had a powerful dizzy spell and aura.  I did not have a seizure.  I happened to be in front of the new hospital across from the old St Vincent’s and so parked myself here.  I haven’t been taking my Lamictal regularly and this serves as a wake up call.

Many thanks,

Me