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Woah, so much going on since the last entry. Got better, for a start, quite quickly, overnight on Thursday. Went to the Museum of Modern Art, as wonderful as ever but more fraught to get round because EVERYONE is now taking pictures on their phones of everything they see, so you have to manoeuvre in between literally hundreds of snappers in every gallery. They'll have to ban it soon.
Saw extraordinary Punch Drunk drama based (very loosely) on Macbeth at the McKittrick Hotel - built 1939 but never opened until now. 105 rooms all styled in the most elaborate and meticulous (and spooky) fashion, and a couple of hundred of us in plague doctor masks staggering about nervously in the near-darkness trying to figure out what on earth is going on. In the end it very cleverly came together - but I wouldn't like to have to give a plot summary.
Today I picked up our car, a Chrysler 300 the colour of metallic dried blood, from the airport and, knowing Chloe would be spending the day with her friend Kim, I headed upstate to Hyde Park to see the home of Frederick Vanderbilt but also, more excitingly and movingly, the nearby home and grave of Franklin Roosevelt. Although there is a nearby large white stone, his grave is the simple mound, with child-size stars and stripes, shown in the picture. What a touchingly humble memorial for someone who has an excellent claim to having been the greatest American of all time, and indeed actually one of the greatest people of all time.
When he heard of Roosvelt's death, Harry Truman - who was no slouch as a President himself - said: "I felt like the moon, the stars and all the planets had falled down on me." No political leader was ever missed more.
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Toni hi L & C! Great to see your blog, though sorry to hear you've both been under the weather. Glad things are starting to look up now, hope the road trip is fab, despite unpleasant colour of car. xxxxx