I went to a meeting in Williamsburg, Brooklyn last Friday. After a tough subway ride, this macramé extravaganza greeted me after climbing the stairs on my tired old knees. Of course, it just warmed my heart to see this. Maybe it was left over from a Halloween party.
Once again, we have shades of hippie days long gone, or are they? What interesting serendipity considering my post on the same day.
It is time for me to leave Brooklyn both figuratively and literally. I will be climbing into the cab of a U-Haul truck on Friday, May 9. I am heading for the left coast to beautiful San Diego. It is not far from that other macramé hanger in Orange County. Let us hope this is not some kind of macramé renaissance. Pray!
It would benefit mainstream society, the poor in particular, that we move consumer horticulture into the 21st century rather than serve a few who choose to live in an imaginary past.