Today's new Jukebox Song is "In Old New York," sung by the Songbird of the South, Kate Smith - one of the great WWII era vocalists. I'm sure Olive is a huge fan. As Mary and Olive continue to celebrate all there is to see and explore in Manhattan, I begin to lose all hope.
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FAST PACE?
It's taken THREE months to cook one meal, have ice cream, visit a museum, see one show, go to one acrobatic dinner theater, toss a buck at a bum, buy a scarf, obtain some time pieces, get ogled by a baker, skate, take an elevator to an observation deck, eat out twice (once with an extra hand), and not one change of clothing. Oh, and lets not forget one foray into Whole Foods. Have I missed anything?
Methinks the only ones going at a fast pace these months have been the parents. TEE HEE!
You're right, Wanders - any nine-year-old who says, "Lots of history in old New York" must be a fan of Kate Smith. Maybe Fanny Brice and George M. Cohan, too.
Speaking of Cohan, Mary hasn't mentioned, much less visited, Dear Old Shelly Cohen.
The unfamiliar thing Mary sees through that viewer is OLIVE'S FACE, which seems to shift and morph with each panel.
I can't wait to see Mary's face when Olive tells her that the
East side's up and the Battery's down. The people ride in a hole in the ground.
New York, New York! It's a toddling town.
I love how these two comments are totally unrelated. Mary sees new things every time she comes to New York! Olive blathers about the History Of Old New York, which by definition, would remain unchanged.
I HATE NEW YORK.
TheRealAaron may be on to something. Perhaps Mary, too, has begun to realize that Olive's appearance changes very frequently. She is using some kind of retina identification device to make sure it is, indeed, Olive.
Please let me know when it's safe for me to leave my apartment; I wouldn't want to run into them at Katz's.
Please let me know when it's safe for me to leave my apartment; I wouldn't want to run into them at Katz's.
Oh... Mary put in another quarter. The glass became transparent again! Hazzah!
Please tell me when it's over. I'm through until then.
This is a new low for MW. This story is pointless.
Haha, wait until tomorrow when you find out that some Old New York prankster smeared eye-black on the tower viewer eyepieces. Mary's gonna look like a raccoon!
Thank fortune I live in flyover country. As long as Mary confines herself to New York City and Santa Royale (with an occasional foray to desert wellness resorts) I feel safe. Now if we could convince the politicians to stay away, too...
Can't. Stay. Awake.....
Friday
Now that Mary's work is done, she unfurls her umbrella, rises up into the clouds, and flies back to Santa Royale. Olive hums "It's a Jolly Holiday with Mary."
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