No New York Times?
We don't get a paper anymore, but I thought I'd indulge in the New York Times, on Easter Sunday. There were none left by the time I got to the store, at 8 am.
I bought the Houston Chronicle, but I didn't get motivated to open it up for 2 days. I made myself a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich and tried to get excited about reading the funnies, like I did when I was a kid.
My old favorites were there, but I couldn't conjure up the fun...
I wanted that New York Times and I actually wanted something better than comics.
Al Hirschfeld's Caricatures, in the Times
Oh how I used to love searching through the New York Times to find Hirschfeld's, black and white drawings of Broadway stars!
Not because I was a 6-year-old in love with the theatre...
I was mostly delighted by the knowledge that Hirschfeld hid the name of his daughter, Nina in his line drawings! Oh how fun to search every striped pair of pants or pleated skirt in search off the 4 letters!
So for a little 6-year-old fun today, I pulled up the photos I took of my dad's framed Hirschfeld drawings. Sadly, the photo quality is bad and it was hard to zoom in. I tried to find the artist's signature which would usually include a number, indicating how many times he'd hidden his daughter's name. I'm afraid these 3 prints don't have hidden Ninas. Instead I had fun acting my real age and appreciating the messages written to my dad, by some very special people.