Compared to yesterday’s image – what a difference a day makes.
Pictures courtesy of my sister, currently sojourning in Brooklyn in a hotel with retro cabs (and a remote control for the blinds and the skylights (in Italian)). Maybe I should show the shot of the taxi rank tomorrow, they are pretty cool and not at all yellow.
but, it’s late, I’m tired and cross-eyed and this song sounds as refreshing to me now it always has over the last forty-odd years I’ve been listening to it.
I heard some moving testimony today from people who can’t read and write too well. I don’t want to go into details here, but I wanted to note that these are skills many of us take for granted that make some people’s lives a struggle every day.