Until next week ... kisses
Yeah, it’s still summer.
July started out with a spark and ended with a bang as celebrations were popping off everywhere.
Among the things I love about journalism is that you get to tell both sides of the story. You may recall in last week’s column, I wrote of ancient Mesopotamia, which was once known as the cradle of civilization. It is a region of the Middle East, which can best be located by today’s geographical description as ISIS territory.
Rolling out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer, and life’s never been so good. Except for the unrest that plagues the Middle East and Ukraine.
Summertime in the city is so much fun, even if it is hot and sticky.
The Cosmopolitan Review
In front of thousands of people who lined the highway on the banks of the East River and thousands more who viewed the display on TV, it was quite a production.
While weather for the month of June ended on a picture perfect day, all was not so in the hood. Once again, peace failed to reign as gun violence erupted just as the sun had set and the sky was still lit at twilight. Eerily close to home, the victim lay dead in front of the old Meat Masters, located on 133rd Street at Fifth Avenue.
June has to be one of my favorite months of the year. The weather is sunny and warm, the humidity has yet to set in and the nights are good for sleeping. It’s the time for graduations, and it’s such a joy to see the caps, gowns, white dresses and young men in their suits and ties.
The Rev. James A. Forbes Jr. and Bettye Franks Forbes will celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary as they renew their vows along with dozens of couples who have been previously married by the reverend.
It is with profound sadness that I announce the death of my father-in-law, Charles Edward Mitchell, aged 88