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Voices
This issue — our March issue — was intended to be all about motion … as in MARCH, the only month that’s a verb. But as we were putting on the final touches, my father passed away. Since he was born in March, I sat down and wrote about him. So this month we have two essays. We also have more motion: bikes, Pilates, ocean cruises, and momentous people like Estelle Parsons and Robert Moses. Mostly we hope we move you.
Wickham Boyle, editor
Spring Forward
By Donna Henes
Spring is Mother Nature’s wake-up call. She sounds her bugle for reveille, and the sun comes running back to us, light and warmth on its heels. “Rise and shine,” she orders. And it does.
Very Short
How to Talk to and Understand Your Doctor
Ultimately, health care is first and foremost an individual responsibility. In this age of managed care and ten-minute assembly-line doctor’s visits, it is more important than ever to play a conscious role in your own physical well-being.
Vital
Pilates:
By E.J. Ruskin
Last fall I’d had enough of feeling worn out and achy all the time. And the novelty of being squishy had worn off. When I mentioned this to my pal Marion, who engages in all kinds of activities, uh, forms of exercise, she just said: “Pilates.”
Direct from our expert, Dr. Howard Sichel
To understand more about Pilates, I spoke with Dr. Howard Sichel, president and CEO of Power Pilates.
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Viva The Passion of Estelle Parsons |
 With her daughters in a 1966 photograph by Diane Arbus |
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In This Issue
The City on Two Wheels
By David Gibbons
It’s a safe bet that most Americans’ first vehicle was some sort of bicycle. Learning to ride a two-wheeler is a classic rite of passage, the gateway to such adult activities as going fast and going somewhere of one’s own accord.
Venerate
Out Like a Lion The death of Billy Boyle
By Wickham Boyle
It is rumored that if March comes in like a lamb, it will exit like a lion.
My father William James Boyle was born on March 30, 1915. I don’t know if he began life as a mild infant, but I can attest to the last 56 years of his life, the ones I shared with him. He was fierce, unforgiving, funny, generous, crude, boisterous, cruel, glamorous, sweet, romantic and so smart and quick his reactions could twist time.
Vertical
Moses Parts Urban Waters
By Jerry Tallmer
The Parkchester stop of the No. 6 IRT subway is actually an elevated platform high up over the Bronx. As you wait to change trains, the view looking down from this platform at 9:30 or 10 in the morning – any weekday morning – is a slow-crawling three-lane parking lot of huge Manhattan-bound or Jersey-bound trucks cemented bumper to-bumper in a squeeze of unwise smaller vehicles as far as the eye can see.
Vision
Say It Loud: On Finding James Brown
By Ken Shane
I make my way down the stairs in nearly total darkness. Everyone in the house is asleep. The only sounds are the humming of the refrigerator, and from the bottom of the stairs, the faint sound of music coming from a radio. The radio is tuned to another world.
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Vagabond
Jam Cruise Rocks the Boat
By Linda Oatman High
Remember Max, in Maurice Sendak’s great children’s book Where The Wild Things Are? You know the one: Max gets on a boat and floats off into a surreal place filled with rowdy stomping creatures.
Vivid
Still Dancing
By Abby Watson
In the ever fluctuating world of dance there are always up-and-comers — new faces eager to stake their claim and make an impact on the scene. From Des Moines and Boise, from Kiev and Dakar, they make their way to this Mecca of their art form.
Vision eye in the art
The Crash - 1953
By Charles Degelman
Part One
One spring, my father and I built a soap-box racer. This was no jalopy. This was a bona fide racing machine, constructed according to official specifications for the National Soap Box Derby, held each year in Akron, Ohio.
