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Category Archives: Still Lifes

Oh Caramel Apple, it’s autumn again,

Your tangy sweetness invites us to sin.

How do you manage to always taste good,

Even when purchased in another neighborhood?

Your Midwest cousins were my first love indeed,

You’re no Affy Tapple, this I will concede.

But your rich, dark caramel is gooey enough,

Your unsalted chopped nuts are crunchy and rough,

Your sharp, green apple juices mingle with mine,

And make everything about you taste so fine!

You’ll go away soon, my non-perennial friend.

But I’ll meet you again, at next summer’s end.

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Bergen Street between Nostrand and New York Avenues.

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New York Avenue at Atlantic.

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Dinner and a show:  La Madeleine and Gypsy on Broadway starring Bernadette Peters.

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Strand Bookstore Annex.  Closing sale.

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Sweet Rhythm Jazz Club.  The Ray Anderson Quartet.

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On stage.  Role of Hypollita.

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Union Square Greenmarket.  Hydroponic tomatoes.