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Thursday 7/14


The exciting news today is after being closed for a ten million dollar restoration two and a half years ago … my crazy beautiful Jefferson Market Library reopened today.  Built in 1877 … its described as ”a mock Neuschwansteinian  assemblage of leaded glass, steeply sloping roofs, gables, pinnacles, Venetian Gothic embellishments and an intricate tower and clock." It’s a looker. The Mamas and Papas sang about the clock that "always read twelve thirty." 


Today I sat near a huge oak table I sat at for decades writing journal entries, short stories, work copy and plays. It seems a life time ago and now the place is back and ready for more life. How strange. Happy news. Hooray I say. 

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  1. AnonymousJuly 17, 2022 at 6:25 PM

    Wow Tio P! This is great news, you know I’m obsessed with gothic/ Venetian looking art. Let’s go soon!!!

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