Cake from my publication party in May 2007, made by Ron and Ira of Rainbo Cakes in the Essex Market, LES, NYC |
Here are the clues the teenagers took with them:
LOCATION #1
Shaken and stirred
or so I've heard
In bags and trays
I sparkle and amaze
Plop me in a drink
Break me in the sink
Spirited, cubed, crushed, and cold
In heat and drought more prized than gold
My location's not a place for teens
Proscribed by law, not your scene
But I daresay future friends of Bill
Will find plenty here for thrill and swill
Seven is the sum of me
Fraternité, egalité, and...!
Where am I?
LOCATION #2
I'm ruined and wrecked
Detached, untrekked
I lead nowhere
Except the air
Up the down
In the center of town
Old architecture
Best be foot-sure
Ascending stones,
A pigeon throne?
No balustrade
Don't be afraid
Author of a declaration
Father to a mixed-raced nation
Where am I?
LOCATION #3
Ionic, gossip, or Doric
Neither doleful nor euphoric
Know me by my flagpole
Buy my wares by the roll-full
While the stuff I seal has no gender
It's a homophonic mind-bender
Missives, bills, ads galore
Part governmental, another part, store
A mix of M O and D C, both
The medium is the message, in fact and in troth
My nickname's initials--a consonant, a vowel
Partial embroidery for Edgar Allen's wash towel
My code is unbuttoned, unsnapped and unzipped
I'm closed July 4th (for the unschooled and unhip)
Where am I?
LOCATION #4
I have my pride
I lied
I'm with my mate
Such is fate
I guard a portal at a store
One that's priced-out for the poor
I like the movies, MGM
Tin Man and Toto, Aunty Em
Considered regal, it's probably best
If I don't appear in your family crest
I stay near a flowery bower
Lie supine hour after hour
Long and lean, carved from ebony stone
I'm décor for eternity, but not alone
Where am I?
LOCATION #5
In me are vertebrae and blades
On me goods, store bought, home made
I'm the wilderness in Australia
Hurray, olé, hallelujah!
I'm painted al fresco
C'mon, let's go!
I'm serious and bespectacled
Look closely and I'm freckled
Talk me offa the ledge
My persona's right on the edge
Guthrie, Dylan, Segovia
Nylon, steel, nickel--yah!
The love you take
is equal to the love you...
Where Am I?
This in from Steve Hull while we wait for the kids to get back:
This in from Steve Hull while we wait for the kids to get back:
They're back for some hints! They got 3 out of 5 in under an hour. These kids are so amazing! And here they are:
Atop the ice machine at 214 Liquor |
Location #2
The weird staircase to nowhere at Jefferson and Second. |
Behind the columns at the Farmington Post Office |
Behind the lions at Botaniques |
Location #5
Behind Music Makers |
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