One of the Most Iconic structures in New York, photographed from one of the other Most Iconic structures in New York (the Empire State Building). .
The temperature at that altitude (~1100 ft) was in the 30s, and a fierce wind blew in from the north – the side I needed to be on to get this angle. Damn it was cold!
…Betty tentatively lifted one foot off the ledge…
….Still Out There Somewhere, Awaiting The Spring .
From the Jewish Heritage Museum near Battery Park, Downtown NYC
Returning now too the subject of My Father and the things that he wrote during his relatively brief time on Earth:
One of the most “famous” of my father’s works (which is to say, famous within the family) is the letter that he wrote to the Parker Pen Company while a student at the University of Illinois in the fall of 1940.
December 6, 1940
The Parker pen company
As you can see I am writing a letter to the company that makes (by its own admission) the finest pens in the world – by using a typewriter.
I do this not because I do not have a pen., No, gentlemen right here in my left hand I have a pen. Said pen is called in one of your ads which I just happened to read, quote, a Jewel of Pendulum, unquote. However, if I were to attempt to write this letter with this pen, the pages would be so smudged up with ink that it would be totally impossible for you to read it. But allow me to explain the case a little more fully.
About two years ago (or possibly a few months less) I wandered into a bookstore on our campus – that of the University of Illinois – and purchased a Parker pen. Since this memorable date, I have had nothing but trouble with the amazing instrument.
The trouble, to sum it up briefly, is that this pen leaks – leaks torrentially.