Brunch in Brooklyn, walking and shopping in Soho, drinks and a late lunch in the West Village, followed by bourbon and bocce in Brooklyn until the wee hours…
Shopping in Soho – Kaitlyn, Andrew, Ian, Karen and Jon on Broadway
Grabbing a late lunch at Ditch Plains – Karen, Ian, Kaitlyn, Andrew and Jon
Karen and Andrew contemplating an orange at Ditch Plains.
Ditchdogs! – the best hot dogs in NYC at Ditch Plains where they take all beef dogs and smother them in homemade macaroni and cheese. Tastes like a little piece of heaven.
Ian and Alan at Union Hall in Brooklyn, surveying the scene on the bocce court.
Alan makes the competition weep.
The cheerleaders – Kaitlyn and Andrew.
Doing it for the fans – Karen checks her phone for bocce stats to see if Alan and Jon have reached the undefeated record.
The bocce kings – Jon and Alan
Jon surveys the damage, but the pirate girls finally beat the dynamic duo in a match to the death.
A look back at the long list of casualties.
I often wonder why certain world events stand out to me, why some strike me deeper than others. Benazir Bhutto’s assassination yesterday is one of those events. On the surface my interest has piqued alongside the recent pop culture focus on the region including Khaled Hosseini’s heart wrenching book A Thousand Splendid Suns and the surprisingly comedic yet ultimately tragic storyline of the film Charlie Wilson’s War. Though both focus on Afghanistan’s tumultuous past, that country’s link to Pakistan then and now is undeniable.
But Bhutto’s assassination takes me back more than twenty years when she was the first democratically elected woman of an Islamic country. For a young politically active woman I was enchanted by her poise, her courage, and her place in history. Watching her fall from grace through years of political corruption and exile mirrored my own disenchantment with American politics and election fraud, most notably following the 2000 election. Although I know Bhutto’s return to Pakistan was not hailed by all of its citizens, she still represents what democracy could mean in a country now ruled by a general who took power by military coup. Her return mirrored my own hope, paired with the upcoming election for a new American president, that either a woman or a minority could legitimately be elected to lead our country.
One can only hope. I can only hope.
(photo – New York Times)