The Until We Meet Again Tour played the US Open from Friday evening through Monday night, an exhausting and invigorating schedule. A number of friends and family members sat in during the appearance. The heart of the group was Sean and Eric. Great tennis was viewed. Good times were shared. The renovations at the Billie Jean King National Tennis Center were impressive. The new Grandstand became a favorite. It was good to see some matches in Louis Armstrong Stadium. Much food was consumed. The hamburgers came highly recommended and lived up to their billing.
The Until We Meet Again Tour, featuring Eric as a guest artist, visited Battery Park. However, our gig at the Irish Hunger Memorial was cancelled due to construction.
After a day of work, the Until We Meet Again Tour appeared at Penn Station to pick up Eric who arrived to attend the US Open. We traveled to Sean’s apartment where we visited with the talented up and coming artist Henrik.
An era came to a close. The Until We Meet Again Tour moved out of the Shire today. Tricia packed the final car load to take to Cleveland Heights via Richmond. I gathered up the items I will need for the next ten days or so and moved in with my friends Nicole and Desi and Boxster.
The Until We Meet Again Tour spent most of the day preparing for the next tour – the And Back Again Tour that will originate from Louisville, Kentucky.
During a packing break, a quick stroll was made around Harlem Meer in Central Park to pick up at poster at the Museum of the City of New York.
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The Until We Meet Again Tour opened the day in the canyon lands of New York on a walking tour of Wall Street. A ferry ride to Governors Island followed for a visit that included the national monument and the newly opened The Hills. The day ended with a return to Community Food & Juice with Tricia, Nicole, Desi, and Boxster.
The afternoon appearance of the Until We Meet Again Tour occurred at Central Park, an oft-visited and favorite venue. As with Cathedral Church of Saint John the Divine, Tricia and I took a tour.
The park is great; the tour was good; but the guide failed to mention the destruction of Seneca Village, a community of African-Americans and Irish evicted to create the park. Seneca Village was the only community of African-American property-owners for 19th-century New York.Their land was seized under eminent domain; the homes razed.
Central Park remains one of my favorite places in New York. But knowing of the dispossession of the Indigenous people and the people who lived in Seneca Village temper my understanding of the park and its meaning.