January 5, 2017
I first came to New York in 1978. A time were I was still able (and willing) to jump turnstiles in moments of utter need having forgotten my tokens (remember those?)
Yesterday I arrived at Newark and a friendly agent saw me at the ticket vending machine. “hey Lady, you over 62! Get the senior discount!” Next I stand in line at the gate to the air train. Another friendly agent waves to me and opens the wheelchair door. I think I need to change my hair color.
It took 4.5 hours to fly from PDX to Newark. It took 2.5. hours to get to Brooklyn, on the subway.
But I was greeted by Biggi small,
curly fries
and LOVE. 
Off to a cold morning…..
Steve Tilden
You amaze me, Friderike. You seem to be in constant motion, going everywhere while I sit at home wondering if the Wisteria will bloom next Spring.
Maybe add Rory to your list?
rory.oneal@yahoo.com
friderikeheuer@gmail.com
I wrote him an email – he needs to sign up himself…..
Alice Meyer
Friderike, What a great report, so full of energy and good spirits. xoxo Alice
Martha Ullman West
Yes, I remember tokens. Also when the subway fare jumped from a dime to fifteen cents (which was when tokens first appeared, in 1962 I think) and I started walking to work from my apartment on West (way West) 11th, to my office on Park Avenue South and 29th street. Love these photographs, Friderike.
Mike
Hi, Friderike–when Vana and I came back from Ethiopia we spent a summer in her dad’s apartment on Central Park West. I worked for the Redevelopment Authority during the day and drove a cab at night. I used to dread getting a fare to Brooklyn, because it was near certain I would have to deadhead back to Manhattan without a fare. One night I did pick up an elderly woman, and when I explained that fear, she took me on a personal tour of lower Manhattan and her favorite haunts, like the tavern where George Washington made his farewell. So Brooklyn ultimately gave me my favorite night as a cabbie. Best, Mike
friderikeheuer@gmail.com
Good memories…..