"Bleecker & MacDougal."
And if I look back
I'll remember all the good times
Warm days filled with sunshine
And just a little bit of rain
And just a little bit of rain
“Little bit of rain” Song by Fred Neil
On the cover album of “Bleecker & MacDougal” Fred Neil is standing in the intersection of Bleecker Street and MacDougal Street in the Greenwich Village of New York City. The ‘San Remo Cafe’ is pictured in the background. Neon lights shining brightly. He seems to be carrying a guitar case, as cars are distantly stopped in traffic, what seemed to be a late night. That picture was taken in the late 60’s. I can only imagine what the city was like back in ’65. Life, diversity, crazed ‘Beatles’ fans, artists, jazz, blues. Most of the time I have a hard time fitting in with today’s culture. My mind wonders to different times, a different era. One where social media was not prevalent, texting was unfavorable, and photographs were taken instantly. Polaroids could tell a timeless story. I wish we could go back in time. I want to write letters and mail them, sit in coffee shops and talk for endless hours, go to the park and have a picnic. I wish we could go back to simpler times. Sure, that era was far from perfect, and there was War, Civil Rights Protests, Assassination of the U.S. President, however, the era ended with a Big Bang (no pun intended) when the first man landed on the moon. Through all that chaos, I have a feeling people were united. Shared each other’s sorrows, rejoiced together, fought together. Nostalgia is not too far from me tonight. It’s silly, I never lived in that era, but I long for simpler times. There are not many people that would want to go watch a movie at the Drive - inn, go thrift shopping at the flea market. You know, ironically time in the city seems like it stands still. A couple of years ago there was no better place to be than at Central Park at night with my best friends. I remember sneaking into this old, forbidden playground and getting on the tire swings. It was dark, but the full moon and the stars were so bright. The playground had a tunnel, and we would go under and tell stories, and laughed till we cried. One breezy night Jenny climbed the stairs on top of the tunnel and she quoted Titanic, screaming “I’m flying, Jack!” while Noel held her arms out. We even climbed the big rocks in Central Park and laid there, with the most breathtaking view of the city, and the moon. Time stood still that night. The night ended with us going to this cliche ‘Brooklyn’ dinner on 59th St. That’s what I miss most about the city, y’know. I miss the feeling of time standing still. Sometimes I feel like here, in MIA, everything is moving so fast and people are just so wrapped up in their day to day lives. I mean, it’s normal. But, when I fall into this routine, pattern, whatever you want to call it, I start feeling nostalgic. Often times I view the world around me from an outsider’s perspective. Everybody’s rushing to get to his or her destination, cursing one another, happiness determined by attention received from social media. It makes me sad. There’s so much more to life! Human connection is real and tangible, and it’s far better than connections brought by and based on artificial media. A little fun fact: The ‘San Remo Cafe’ in NYC still stands as a gathering spot for writers and musicians for decades. Decades! Years of art made history in that small cafe on the intersection of Bleecker Street and MacDougal. I wish I could be there right now, typing away ferociously at my typewriter. I wish time would stand still. I still have hope in humanity you know. I believe in authentic, divine connections. I believe in love. I believe people can be kind to one another. I believe this is all possible through the love of Christ. Because he showed me, true love, I can embrace other people. It doesn’t matter how dark this world is, my creator is the eternal light. “But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.” 1 John 1:7. My guide, just a moment in his presence makes all of time stand still.