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BY JANEL BLADOW | More people out and about in the neighborhood as we spring into warmer weather! Yippee!
S.O.S. meeting… Mike Weiss who is the waterfront foreman of the South Street Seaport Museum will be guest speaker at the next meeting of Save Our Seaport on Thursday, April 16, 6:30 p.m. Come to St. Margaret’s House Library, 49 Fulton St., to hear him discuss the museum’s presence, its plans and how you can be an active part of the South Street Seaport Historic District.
Calling all little hands… And speaking of the Seaport Museum, its popular Mini Mates program has expanded to two classes instead of one, due to popular demand.
The fun hands-on program for children 18 months to 4-year-olds (accompanied by a parent or caregiver) will be the same on both Thursdays and Fridays, April 16 through June 5. The fun involves playtime, music, learning activities, art projects, reading and snacks with themes from changing seasons to celebrating holidays.
Classes are from 10 to 11:15 am at 12 Fulton St. and cost $200. Registration is required either by email firstname.lastname@example.org or phone 212 748-8753.
Poetry and needles… Here’s a different way to celebrate April, which is National Poetry Month. Head over to City Acupuncture, 139 Fulton St. and bring a poem – your favorite or even a limerick! With poem in hand, returning customers will get 5 percent off any service or product.
New customers can really score – redeem a poem for their choice of a $19 acupuncture session or a $49 acupuncture-massage combo.
City Acupunture also plans a wine-cheese-poetry party on April 30. Get the details on Twitter. Make your suggestions of local poets to read at the event, #cityacupoetry.
Music to cure all ills… Prefer tunes? Support our local Knickerbocker Chamber Orchestra and celebrate spring with their fundraiser, “Music of the Gilded Age,” on Monday, April 20, 6-8 p.m. — sure to be a glittering evening for a number of reasons. First, it’s being held at the newly-renovated Pier A Harbor House, 22 Battery Place.
Opened first in 1886 during the Gilded Age, the 28,000-square foot space is on the National Register of Historic Places and served as the city’s V.I.P. entrance for visiting ambassadors and dignitaries. Languishing vacant until was restored and opened last year it’s now a fabulous, sophisticated dining spot.
And adding to the gilt and glamour will be the golden voice of soprano Marcy Richardson. She recently performed as soloist in Handel’s “Samson” with the American Classical Orchestra at Alice Tully Hall in Lincoln Center. She, the K.C.O. musicians and Knickerbocker music director Gary S. Fagin will regale the champagne-sipping audience with the rousing melodies of the turn of the 19th century: “After The Ball,” “Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay,” and “A Bird in a Gilded Cage.”
For more details, prices and reservations, go to www.knickerbocker-orchestra.org.
Seaport slurps… As hipsters and East Villagers caught the whole sipping craze with the broth bug, the Seaport jumped the shark with the first ever bone broth event.
The Broth Fest last month brought a bunch of bone broth-ers together in the inflatable Sugarcube! There fans of meat juice sipped shots from places like Katz’s Deli, Baz Bagel and Caracas Arepas Bar. Slurpers spent an hour and a half and $33 a person sampling and listening to a DJ. Okay…
Passing of the guard… It’s devastating to see your pet die but just as heart wrenching to report the death of a friend and neighbor’s beloved best friend. One of the neighborhood’s longest (not only in longevity but also in length) residents sadly passed away on Monday, March 30. Clancy, a 15-year -old Basset hound, slipped away in the loving arms of his mom Linda Cozzolino at their Pearl St. home.
Friends, neighbors and tourists all enjoyed his crazy antics, but it was his costumes that brought out the biggest smiles. Whatever the occasion, Clancy had a hat for it. And unlike most dogs, he would proudly sit for a photo or strut through the Seaport sporting his finery.
Whether he was dressed for Santa or St. Patrick, he gave you this dog-eye look that said “Don’t say a word. I know I look good.”
Over the last few months, Clancy was having trouble walking and spent most of his time home, checking out the younger ones at the FishBridge Dog Run or making his way slowly along Peck Slip.
One of his last photos was taken as he sniffed out the ice fort igloo on Beekman St.
As Clancy took his last breath, he raised his big brown eyes to the sky. We’re all hoping he was seeing his loving dad Bill and brother Frosty stretching out a hand and paw to bring him to his everlasting home.