Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Boston, New York, and now New Mexico
Last month Nonnie and I went to Boston where I was given an award for volunteerism at the national American College of Physicians meeting. It had been more than twenty years since I had been in Boston, and it was nice to be back, even if was still winter there, no flowers and no leaves. We had a couple of great dinners with friends and spent some time just walking around the city.
We then took the train to New York and spent three nights there. During the days we walked, took pictures, rode the Staten Island ferry, went to the MOMA, and visited the new WTC memorial. One night we ate on my friend Suzanne’s apartment roof and we also had a couple of great meals out, including one at my favorite restaurant, Sevilla, with my friend Mark. Mark and I were interns together so many years ago, and have been eating there since those days. The restaurant hasn’t changed much, but we we have.
Now I am back at Shiprock, working in the clinic, visiting friends, seeing the sights. The other morning I drove out to the Shiprock to photograph it the clouds, but the ground was muddy and wet, and soon the clouds dropped like a veil and the entire huge rock disappeared. It was strange weather for this time of year, but they really need the rain and now everything looks green.
I’m here for two more weeks then back to Seattle, to get ready to celebrate my seventieth birthday in Iceland in July.
We then took the train to New York and spent three nights there. During the days we walked, took pictures, rode the Staten Island ferry, went to the MOMA, and visited the new WTC memorial. One night we ate on my friend Suzanne’s apartment roof and we also had a couple of great meals out, including one at my favorite restaurant, Sevilla, with my friend Mark. Mark and I were interns together so many years ago, and have been eating there since those days. The restaurant hasn’t changed much, but we we have.
Now I am back at Shiprock, working in the clinic, visiting friends, seeing the sights. The other morning I drove out to the Shiprock to photograph it the clouds, but the ground was muddy and wet, and soon the clouds dropped like a veil and the entire huge rock disappeared. It was strange weather for this time of year, but they really need the rain and now everything looks green.
I’m here for two more weeks then back to Seattle, to get ready to celebrate my seventieth birthday in Iceland in July.
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