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Cornucopia ~ Chapter 7 ~ Thanksgiving Wednesday (Part Three and Four of Four)
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The couple always paid Kit well, thought they were so supportive of her singing and the party was so much fun that she suspected that she would have done it for free. Kit looked at the balloons being inflated. She always liked to start her set with tributes to the balloons below. She thought of songs for three.
As she began to play, she smiled.
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Everyone who walked down 77th Street saw it bathed in light provided by tall klieg lights. It was unreal to see the center of the street lit up like day although darkness seemed to surround the street, as if the dark felt threatened by the light and wanted to reclaim its natural space.
A few of the small star shaped balloons with the Macy’s logo had already been fully inflated and were held earthbound to the ground by short cables. The large balloons, however, were tethered to the ground by nets, as if they were Gullivers that were entrapped by Lilliputians as they slept.
Thick black cables stretched across the asphalt, providing the electricity for the lights. Hoses carrying helium were attached at different spots in each balloon.
Each of the balloons was at a different stage of inflation. The Nesquik Bunny and the Pink Panther were two-thirds done but Big Bird and Snoopy had just started to rise.
Busy men worked throughout the street, oblivious to the crowds that watched them labor.
Temporary metal gates circled the worksite and security guards monitored the crowds and prevented anyone from getting too close.
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The sound of the music was not obvious but instead drifted into the listener’s consciousness. When the tune was recognized, each listener smiled and hummed along.
“Daddy, listen!” Jenny cried.
Drew stopped and laughed and began to sing “Sunny day, sweepin’ the clouds away, on my way to where the air is sweet…”
Alice heard the tune and rolled her eyes at a dark-haired teenage girl who was humming.
Dana hummed along but stopped as soon as she saw the smirk of a blond older teenage girl as she passed by.
Helena smiled as she remembered her Sesame Street-themed playroom at their Southampton house.
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I will say again, you do families very well. I thank you for having Jenny confused by a spud, it’s so apt. A wonderful story Spumoni, and particularly nostalgic for me. I haven’t been able to return to NYC since I left over 3 years ago, and I’d lived there for over 20 years, 10 of the just a few doors east of Serendipty. My brother had had the apartment for years before me, so perhaps I wandered by and didn’t make note of Jenny or Dana. My brother had watched several friends go through what Russ was dealing with. An admirable work all together. I look forward to your next effort as I continue catch up on your older stories that I missed.
Loved the flashbacks,and how in later years they all became friends. thanks for the story Now how about a Christmas one
Good job IceCream I can’t wait for part 4. This is just like a reminder of the last holiday and a gear up for the next. Perfect timing because we have time to enjoy it better than in the middle of a holiday rush. Thank you, Md
“Fuck, Porter, Tina’s the top!” LMAO!! Still claiming this would be first place on my holiday ‘must see’ list if you could bring it to life on the big (or little) screen!!! You have seemlessly woven their lives together… awesome!!!
absolutely loved it…past and present…what a great story
Thank you thank you for a beautiful story and a lovely depiction of my old neighborhood on the upper west side. It was awesome seeing our beloved characters in some of my old haunts, and the convergence is just so…so heartwarming, thank you.