Sidewalk Dennis of Boston

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Joe met Sidewalk Dennis, a Boston Common chalk artist, on a sunny April afternoon as we were walking along The Freedom Trail.  Dennis had just started a new drawing.  Late in the day as we strolled back through the park, we noticed Sidewalk Dennis standing in front of his latest finished piece – a sunset scene rimmed with daffodils in honor of the upcoming Boston Marathon and the city’s “Boston Strong” slogan. 

 He called Joe over with, "Hey! Would you like a picture?”  

 A smiling Dennis posed in front of his artwork, then told us about his mission. “I’m all about positivity. All the transit cops know me, all the police know me, even the meanest undercover cops know me.” Tapping himself on the shoulder for emphasis, Dennis added, “They all come up and pat me on the back and say, “Keep doing what you’re doing.”” 

 People continued to stream through the park even though the wind was picking up and the sun was now hidden behind a cloudy sky.  A few stopped to admire and snap photos of Dennis’ chalk drawing.  Pointing to the subway station behind him, Dennis added, “I’m the only artist allowed to draw on this building. It was built in 1914 and it’s the oldest train station in America.”

 Dennis’ story was interrupted by a twenty-something young man, who pointed at the chalk pieces on the cement and asked, “Can I write something?”

 “Keep it to one square, please, so everyone can have a turn,” said Dennis, before adding, “I’ve met people from all fifty states and lots of countries – even Istanbul.” 

 We paused to watch the young man write his message out in script.  With his practiced eye Dennis read the note that was upside down from our perspective, “With all my love. @dearlonelyhearts.”  

 Looking the young man over, Dennis pointed to his inked forearms and said, “The tattooed ones with the piercings are like me.  We have sensitive hearts.” 

 The young man replaced the chalk, dusted off his hands, said a hurried “Thanks!” and was on his way. Dennis walked us over to another one of his drawings and pointing to a cherry tree in full bloom said, “I did this two days ago.  It’s holding up pretty well.” 

 After giving us a moment to admire the tree, Dennis added, “I’ve never taken an art class in my life.” Holding his hand at knee level, Dennis said, “I started drawing with Sidewalk Sam when I was this high. Sam drew on the streets for about 40 years.  He came to me and asked me to keep his tradition going. He went to artist heaven a few years ago.” Laughing, Dennis added, “I might be the only one crazy enough to do it.”

 

Chinatown in Manhattan

For us, New York City is a landscape of overlapping neighborhoods. Residents and tourists alike can feel like they are traveling across continents by simply turning a corner.  In Lower Manhattan while walking through Little Italy on Grand Street and looking for a dinner spot, a shop window caught Joe’s eye.  It was filled with the bodies of roasted birds in neat rows. After he snapped a photo or two, we turned down Mott Street and found ourselves in the middle of a lively Chinese market.  Both sides of the street were lined with storefronts using sidewalk displays to entice customers.  Joe weaved in and out of women pulling shopping baskets or loaded down with plastic bags as they moved from stall to stall looking over fish, vegetable, spice, and fruit options. To avoid the foot traffic, I stepped between two parked cars. Standing there I overheard two women negotiating the price of possibly a purse.  At one store we watched shoppers flock to a Bok choy bin when the price suddenly dropped.  The per pound or per item prices were hand lettered onto scraps of cardboard, but not named.  It was a local market street. A slice of life.  In Joe’s word’s, “A find.”  

A Nine Day Tour with Complete Cuba

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Joe, my husband, came home from a photo class in Chicago last September bursting with news, including, “I found a Cuba trip we can go on.”

“Really?” My reply was tinged with a hint of skepticism since a previously planned trip didn’t materialize.

“Dan from the camera shop knows a couple that leads small group tours to Cuba and he can get us on the March trip.  It’s for photographers.” 

Trying to sell the tour Joe added, “I really got to know Dan in the class and he’s going.”

To me Dan is the cheery man behind the glass counter at Tamarkin Camera.  Our trips to the “Windy City” always include a jaunt to Dan’s second floor shop on West Superior Street so Joe can talk cameras with a fellow enthusiast while I wander through the adjacent Rangefinder Gallery looking at the photos on display.  Dan is a man that has added a lot of extra city blocks to my life and a camera or two to Joe’s ever-present shoulder bag.  After a moment of thought, I answer, “but I’m not a photographer.”

“You could be,” was Joe’s ever hopeful reply, so he signed us up.  

We first met our Complete Cuba trip leaders, Amy Gardner and Keith Sbrial, through a series of comprehensive emailed documents that not only included our proposed trip itinerary but detailed packing lists, suggested pre-tour reading materials, potential free time activities by location and a 10-page file summarizing Amy and Keith’s in-country travel tips. I read everything three times and thought I was prepared – but being in Cuba is like stepping back in time.  

In future blogs we will feature stories and photos from our nine-day Cuban adventure. 

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