Photo of the San Remo by Kimberly.
February 22, 2016 Weather: Mostly sunny, with a high of 47 degrees.
Notices:
A special Shakespeare performance at the NYPL for the Performing Arts and dozens of other local events on our calendar.
Ernie Fritz has released his full film “Don’t Even Think of Parking Here” on YouTube. “This 13:30 minute film is about the NYC ritual of Alternate Side of the Street Parking, and the lengths that New Yorkers go to find a spot that is ‘good for tomorrow.’ As one of the characters says, ‘If you have a good parking space, it’s like gold.'”
News:
An Upper West Sider is suing the state Board of Elections to test whether Ted Cruz should be on the ballot for the primary, given that he was born in Canada. “Korman, 81, of West 96th Street, declined to comment. But his lawyer, Roger Bernstein, said Korman is an independent who wants to resolve the matter before the New York state primary in April.”
A construction worker was killed by his van in Central Park on Monday. “A construction worker inspecting his work van died after the vehicle suddenly began to roll, crushing him beneath it in Central Park Monday morning, police said. The man, who was dressed in a MSM Empire Construction Co. shirt, stopped his white construction van on East Drive near The Loeb Boathouse to examine a mechanical issue around 6:40 a.m., authorities said.”
Shane Richards is making waves on the Manhattan College basketball team, despite long odds. “There was no chance the skinny kid from the Upper West Side was ever going to have the goods to play big-time college basketball.”
Jerry Seinfeld has a neurotic Dachshund, so he had a celebrity dog trainer come by. “The sausage dog, one of two the comic owns, barked so manically every time Seinfeld walked into the room that he complained to Millan, “I’m loved by millions, and hated by one dog.'” On another note, can we bring Seinfeld back and make a show about this incident?
In other Seinfeld news, Steve Martin opened for him at The Beacon.
Re Seinfeld:
The dog doesn’t get the jokes.
Most 2 legged these days don’t either.
Saw the show.
Jerry’s not that funny anymore.
Blah, blah, blah…..
I think, perhaps, you meant to say yada, yada, yada?
Walking into Central Park one beautiful afternoon at 81 and CPW, I noticed a couple waling towards us, him pushing a double wide stroller.
The two children in the stroller both had large balloon animals that I assumed were from a party. The younger child was crying in that, “I want my older sibling to get in trouble” sort of fakey way, and said, “He hit me first”.
The mother said, “why don’t we try to forget about who hit who first and just enjoy our animals.” One hits the other with a balloon again. Bedlam ensues.
I notice the father who is looking ahead into the middle distance with this vaguely bemuse, exasperated look on his face, as if thinking, “Really, this is my life? I worked so hard for this? Things can’t stay like this forever. Can they?”
The father was Jerry Seinfeld.
But at that precise moment he was nothing but a dad enduring his kids meltdowns. No amount of Seinfeld cash could change the situation.
“I may have stepped on her arm”