It is Wm. Blake’s 250th birthday. After his death, he continued to visit with Mrs. B, or so she declared. Here’s to breaking the mind-forged manacles, Willy! "The imagination is not a State: it is the Human existence itself."
An enormous moon-balloon over Montague Terrace, evidently some kind of lighting for a scab film/TV shoot in progress. Down below the Promenade at Pier 2, a large canvas covered structure is almost completed. Is the circus coming?
Nights in the Gardens of Brooklyn, by H. Swados (1920-72); how could I pass by such a title? Too much the wary terrain of the sexes, as it turns out, never as complementary as they should be, alas, in those cheap rent post-war days. Did you know the St. George Hotel had a salt-water pool?
I want one of these. No, not the mlle.