#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
It was a sweet, romantic invitation: I'll be waiting in the lobby of the Algonquin hotel, he said. Before I left home I walked the dogs across the field to the river and back. My ride to Manhattan on the limoliner was quick, painless, and I walked the 10 minutes to Times Square from 55th Street down 6th Avenue in afternoon sunshine. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the soft lobby lighting, and there were only a few patrons, mostly businessmen, scattered at tiny round tables on the thick carpeted floor. In a corner, against the wall in the back, he sat, typing into his computer. With a thrill of excitement, I saw him first. He looked up from his screen, our eyes met. It was a different stay in New York, thirty two years ago, when I looked at my handsome, smart, fun and funny friend and wrote in my journal: some day I want to marry a man just like him. And then, very wisely, I did.
All photos copyright Kelly DuMar 2017