Farmer's Market! By Inwood Park. Liz took me this morning and we bought Danishes, muffins, and scones for breakfast, and stuff for stew and a salad for tomorrow. Then we took a train into the city to Foley Square to do a recorded interview at a StoryCorps booth. We enjoyed ourselves and talked about all the things we remembered doing together. We had to fill in gaps for the poor redheaded facilitator. The Library of Congress keeps a copy of the recordings and gives one to the participants -- Liz has ours.

We wandered into Chinatown, which was horrendously crowded, and stopped in at a great 5-story art supply store, where I purchased origami paper for Joe and Nathaniel and beautiful handmade paper for Bethany. Then we went to Pearl River, an Oriental department store, where I found paper lanterns for Chris and a metal lunchbox for Steve, a bun-spearing stick for Nika and a "teenaged punk rock rhinoceros" for Paul. Liz went to an art thing at the Manhattan church building and I went across to Brooklyn Heights to meet Naomi!

We haven't seen each other for at least 10 years, probably more like 15. We had a great time walking around her neighborhood, where there are some amazing buildings and a great view of the Brooklyn Bridge. We talked and talked and talked and walked across the bridge with all the other tourists, and then she took me to a Spanish restaurant for delicious creamed spinach and chicken while she had octopus. Liz met us there, and when Naomi had to go, we took a picture. I miss her!

Liz discovered she no longer had her cell phone so we called her number, and when we heard no ringing from her person and bag, we retraced her steps to Central Park. No phone. We eventually called Dave, and within half an hour or so, we were able to contact the girl who had her phone. Liz had left it on the bench and the couple sitting next to her didn't speak English very well, so they took it with them to the restaurant where they were to meet their daughter, who did speak English. Whew!