My life in Syracuse has a hub. Armory Square. Lunch with a friend in the old Packing House Café when Ronald Reagan was shot. Searching for the perfect gift at Eureka’s for people I love, many now gone. Breakfast with a former S.U. student at Provisions. A spontaneous wake in the back room of Lemongrass, after my beloved husband died. Meet-ups at Freedom of Expresso. My second career, artist, my sculpture on display in Art Haus SYR. My painting in a window of closed Eureka. Visits to the Antique Underground. Grandkids skittering around MOST. Decades of meals at Pastabilities. Students of every background and culture taking selfies on a Saturday night. Armory Square, My Lifetime. A New York minute.