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May. 21st, 1989 06:00 pmToday we went to Radio City Music Hall to see a ballet. It was 80° outside. We got there and we recieved startling news. The dancers were on strike in Paris so they canceled. So we went to Lindy's across the street from Radio City. The food was good.
When we got home dad took me to Parkside Ave and he got me a Tofutti cone.
I'm vastly amused by the fact that every so often I write like a melodramatic little old lady. I seem to remember an "oh, my stars!" phase . . . and I still occasionally say "oh, dear," or "oh, goodness" which apparently my half-sister/niece/Stanley's daughter Ale has picked up, much to the amusement of her parents.
When we got home dad took me to Parkside Ave and he got me a Tofutti cone.
I'm vastly amused by the fact that every so often I write like a melodramatic little old lady. I seem to remember an "oh, my stars!" phase . . . and I still occasionally say "oh, dear," or "oh, goodness" which apparently my half-sister/niece/Stanley's daughter Ale has picked up, much to the amusement of her parents.
