About a month ago I'm pretty sure Rachel Dratch, SNL alum, was at the Madison Square Park playground with her son. It was kinda funny, because I swore it was her and mostly recognized her from her voice. I would glance over at times, trying not to stare, to figure out if it was really her. I think she could sense that I knew who she was. She didn't acknowledge any other kids or adults at the playground and kept to herself. And during a week day, most of the adults are nannies anyway who are from other countries so they wouldn't know who she was. But I did!
The end of June also saw the passing of actor James Gandolfini. His funeral was held at The Cathedral of St. John the Divine, which is right around the corner from me. From my room, I can see the back of the church. It is so large it spans the block from Amsterdam to Columbus. I think it is one of the world's largest cathedrals. Walking home a few days before the funeral took place, I saw the barricades put up all along 110th street, spanning the side of the church. I figured it had to do with more Gay Pride festivities, like the AIDS walk or something. The day after the funeral it was covered in the free subway paper and that's when I realized what all the set up was for. If I hadn't been working, I might have walked down there just to see all the commotion.
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