Evoking Christmas in a radical era
December 10, 1985 I took a trip to Manhattan yesterday, ostensively to deliver my underground newspaper, although since I heard about the Rockefeller tree lighting, I figured to take a gander. What a huge part of Christmas lighting has become to me, having become a tradition simply by repetition from when my mother and her best friend, Selma, brought me there when I was very young – mostly still being carried rather than attempting the feat of walking along the crowed sidewalks. I remember confronting The Empire State Building on 34th Street on that trip, staring up at what seemed like an endless building which didn’t even stop at the sky, a brick edifice that rose higher and higher into the gray wintery gloom – not quite the Tower of Babble, but close. Not long after that in the midst of my mother’s madness we journeyed back to Manhattan to 42nd Street for the express purpose of seeing “West Side Story” on a special curved screen – an important elemen...
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