In and out of Brooklyn - Tiny Train - Poem: Where are you Phyllis Lewy

Last year the apartment bldg had a fire. Ethan and Sarah camped out at the homes of friends. A good excuse to buy new and beautiful furniture. Sarah's friend Karina took her shopping and they bought this beautiful and comfy couch, perfect for sleeping.

It sits on a lovely blue carpet where you can do yoga. Don't look at me! I'm on vacation.

Below is Ethan's concert grand made by Boston, a step down from Steinway.

I was nice n warm and slept like a log, or like Rip van Winkel who slept 100 years.

Stuffed everything into my Steve Madden bag. Mom, said Sarah, don't forget your meds and your diabetes stuff.

Nice Scandinavian tables and chairs. Also has an extra leaf, Erickson!

Amaryllis bows her lovely head. Might she become a nun one day?

Whimsical arrangement of toothbrushes and scissors.

Enter the bathroom and pshewww! the fan goes on. Oh shut up!

Sarah's office. Filled with books.

The Barnes Foundation of refrigerators.

Every morning Sarah made me and Ethan a pot of strong coffee. Ahhhhh!

A Buddhist cloth strung up opposite the kitchen.

Ethan's late father Sherman Iverson was a painter and taught at the University of Wisconsin. Below.

Sarah, what the heck?

Below is Sarah's friend Gordon who came with his dog Alice. We ate and laffed and the dog kept begging for more.

Now we're going to Sarah's gym, Atlas cops n kids. scott's heard of it. He lifts weights in his basement. and wears a belt so he won't injure himself.

On our way to one of the restaurants owned by Marcus Samuelsson. We'll hear a band from Cuba.

this is the place where we had peking duck. sarah's friend john morrow she met at brown. he comes from a family of doctors so it wasn't surprising he became a cardiologist, but not a surgeon. he enjoys doing research. his wife works in the office of UBER. his young daughters are annabell and beatix.

he does PR for the chinese restaurant.

brooklyn has the largest chinatown in the us.

Luis Hernandez, sarah and ethan's adorable and fun roommate. what were we noshing on after we came back from hearing the cuban band? ethan was quite busy. a concert in umbria Italy, another  with drummer billy hart, who's nearly 80, and he and sarah will attend a funeral celebration in minnesota as his aunt june just died.

Jonathan, my UBER driver, pulls into my drive. His arm rests on a comfy cushion. so we're driving, we drive on the bottom level of the verazzano narrows bridge, and on the goethals bridge. How mobile we are, as the rain pours from the sky.

I'm terrified in the back seat. I do not look ahead, but feel us slide, as in, skid. Holy cow! You felt that, asked Jonathan? 

Of course, I said.

He pulled over, got outa the car, and checked all his tires. They were fine.

He said he was calm during the skid, but then really panicky afterward.

We had a great conversation on the way home. 

If it weren't so difficult writing on here, I'd tell you more. He's from the dominican republic, the other half of Haiti.

Obit in the NY Times: a mail carrier who built a tiny railroad is dead. read more here and see below.

WHERE ARE YOU PHYLLIS LEWY

You and I were friends for nearly two years.

You could write, girl, you could really write.

One of the poems was called Aunt Sarah's Hat

about a bonnet a black woman wore to church.

The damn Internet told me you died two years ago

Only 67 or 68. You were scared of riding the escalator

at the Willow Grove Mall. You did, anyway, as I watched

your slender figure flow down those magic moving

stairs, down down down into nothingness.