 Peekskill's Ruchi's of India has become one of my favorite restaurants more so for the wait service than the food quality...though, the food prepared is nicely done and good, the time spent with Karthik....is a well worth effort as we learn more about each other and what we have in common. Finally, we shared personal phone numbers.   Spicy Salmon Tekka is one of K's favorites, which is delicious.
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 Jack Things move so quickly these days I can barely keep up with the changes that insist on happening. Yet on this day, February 19, my mind returns to one man in particular—someone with warm hands and a warm heart. Jack Strang, one of my favorite people ever to walk this earth, was born on this day in Minnesota. He arrived with the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen, a smile that could undo you, and a ponytail he wore when we first met in San Francisco at Bank of America. We worked in the same division of the Residential Lending Program, though under different managers. At first, I had no interest in Jack—none whatsoever. I was in a relationship (as if that mattered), one already on the verge of collapse. And collapse it did, not long after my affair with someone else came to light, right after the San Francisco–Oakland World Series and the earthquake that shook more than just the city. My relationship was already rubble; the quake simply revealed it. Jack, though—Jack was something else. Along with those warm hands and that generous heart, he had a beguiling smile that could disarm anyone. And when he’d undo his ponytail and shake out those curls, letting them fall to his shoulders while grinning like a mischievous boy—well, I didn’t stand a chance. Every morning he made me dark French roast coffee with a pinch of cinnamon and brought it to my desk. I grew so accustomed to it that I expected it Monday through Friday, and I was moody if he was in a meeting and forgot his “duty.” How could I not adore him eventually? Those were the days before everything changed and we all scattered to different corners of our lives. We had so much fun at 201 Mission Street, even with the Charles‑Jack office/after‑hours scandal that somehow left no one scarred. So happy birthday, Jack. I will never forget your warm hands and your warm heart.  Monkey Face Snow Man Created after the Rico/other person disturbing queerness at Peekskill Plaza: Monkey Face Snow Man is their father on the coldest night I ever felt. At home up the hill, I welcomed isolation listening to Ellington-Coltrane and far away from them while the wind howled terribly outside...  Snow covered trees as it snows in the early morning in Peekskill, NY It's supposed to snow until 3 PM. That's practically all day. A good thing as far as I am concerned. Let it snow, let it snow. I like feeling it coming down in my face as I walk through snowflakes floating down. As the wind picks up clumps of snow fall from the treetops and its many limbs. It is a beautiful sight to behold that makes me smile.
From my upstairs window, I like looking through the tree limbs and seeing all that whiteness framed through the dark bark of the trees. What's great about winter is that everything hidden in summer by green leaves cluttered on the hillsides is prominently exposed.  1978 at Castro and 17th Street, San Francisco For nearly five decades, the corner of Castro and 18th Streets has been an important site for San Francisco’s LGBTQIA+ community. In 1978, San Francisco Bay Times photographer Rink documented how the location became a hangout for gay men hoping to meet likeminded others in relative safety.
Cruisers used to lean against the concrete and iron fencing and were sometimes joined by the city’s growing number of street entertainers. On sunny days, it is easy to see how the former Hibernia Bank site at Castro and 17th Street was dubbed “Hibernia Beach.” |
AuthorCHARLES PEARSON 
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