One of the best things about living in Newark is the wonderful little towns around us (all of which should be part of a Greater Newark, and thus become charming neighborhoods of a united city, as they are all part of an organically functioning metropole).
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This evening I joined a woman I used to work with, for coffee at the Starbucks in South Orange. My temp word-processing agency in New York had given me Starbucks gift cards for Christmas, and I offered to treat her on their dime. After half a year, we finally got together. She works in Gateway One but lives in Orange, so we met at the Starbucks adjoining the South Orange train station rather than the one in 744 Broad Street, Downtown (4 miles from me; the South Orange Starbucks is 2 miles from me, in that I am 7 blocks from the city line).
South Orange Train Station.
![[Train station, South Orange, NJ, June 28, 2007]](http://members.aol.com/ResurgenceCity/Blogpix/SOSta.jpg)
Neither of us had ever been to Starbucks before — she's a Dunkin' Donuts gal and I don't generally spend for coffee* unless I'm falling asleep on a road trip. So we had to look at the menu and ask questions. A "Frappuccino", it turns out, is always cold, a mix of this or that with a slurry of ice. I had not known that. The weather was hot, so I got a 'summer treat' raspberry frappuccino.
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Some of the ornate, special streetlites outside the station (which might be gas rather than electric; I'm not sure), have hanging baskets of flowers suspended from them. Is this what the hanging baskets planned for Downtown Newark (mentioned yesterday) will look like? In parts of Manhattan, some streetlite poles are surrounded by a single large basket in which flowers are planted. There are many ways to accomplish the same idea, so I will be intrigued to see which one(s) Newark adopts.
![[Flower baskets hang from streetlite, South Orange Train Station, June 28, 2007]](http://members.aol.com/ResurgenceCity/Blogpix/SOSta1.jpg)
My friend told the blond youth who was to prepare her Latte that she didn't want any sugar in it, and an earlier inquiry about what was in another beverage led me to ask her if she has suffered late-onset diabetes since last I'd seen her. She had!
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Despite both her parents having had diabetes, she didn't think about it affecting herself because she had gone thru many, many, many decades (just a dig, in case she reads this) with no problem. But in January she started to drag. It got to the point where she just couldn't rouse herself to do much of anything. Lifting a fork to eat dinner was too much to contemplate. A diabetic friend tested her blood and found the measure worryingly but not alarmingly high. The next day, they tested again, and it was lower, but still way too high. The day after that, Superbowl Sunday, she felt so bad that her friend drove her to Saint Barnabas Hospital. Thanks to the Superbowl, she had the emergency room all to herself!, and got prompt treatment. It turns out her blood-sugar level was dangerously high, some 4 to 5 times as high as was safe.
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She had to stay in the hospital for three days before they could stabilize her. Even then she had to undergo many weeks of injected insulin before they could switch her to oral medication, and then they had to fiddle with different types of medication to find something her system could tolerate.
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I thought that frequent urination was an unmistakable warning sign she should have become alarmed at, so asked about that, but she said she had, shortly before all this developed, started to drink more water as part of a health regimen, so she was already going to the bathroom often. Then she lost weight suddenly. She dropped 20 pounds in short order, but chalked that up to the sense of fullness that her recent increased water intake gave her, as caused her to cut her food intake. Only when she found herself ground down by unexplainable exhaustion, did she begin to think she might need medical attention.
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If any of this sounds familiar, maybe you should investigate whether you have a blood-sugar problem, before somebody has to drive you to an emergency room.
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South Orange is a very nice little town. Actually, of course, it's not, in legal terms, a "town" at all. What it is, is bizarre, as this sign at the station shows.
![['Township of South Orange Village' sign, June 28, 2007]](http://members.aol.com/ResurgenceCity/Blogpix/SOsign.jpg)
Thunderstorms passed while we had coffee, today as yesterday. I heard what I thought was thunder but my galpal reminded me was actually trains passing overhead! But there was rain, part of a regionwide stormwatch, two days in a row. I don't think water conservation is a serious concern for this area right now.
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As for South Orange's weird legal name, there are other such names around here. The municipality where my friend lives is formally called the "City of Orange Township". Silly, no?
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All of the Oranges (Orange, East Orange, South Orange, and West Orange — no North Orange, for whatever reason) were once part of the City of Newark, and should be again. When driving, you can't always tell when you move from one of the Oranges to another, because the street signs don't change color but remain as black lettering on white background from Orange to Orange. Why not orange lettering on black background? Or black or other dark-colored lettering on an orange background? You've got a color in your name, folks. Use it on your street signs, for goodness sake!
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The first year after I moved here from Manhattan, two friends from London visited and found their way around while I was out at work. Maria really liked South Orange, and she and Jeremy told me about enjoying time in a Starbucks there. That was in about October 2000. I got to the same Starbucks a scant 6 1/2 years later.
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Speaking of late, as we parted a little before 8pm, and I headed to the Pathmark on Valley Street, which contains a branch of my bank, Bank of America (tho I didn't need it today), I saw these daffodils abloom outside the train station — at the end of June! My daffies come up in early April. What gives? I never heard of daffodils blooming in late June. Can the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse be far behind?
![[Late-blooming daffodils near train station, South Orange, New Jersey, June 28, 2007]](http://members.aol.com/ResurgenceCity/Blogpix/SOdaffos.jpg)
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* I prefer cola for my caffeine, or even
caffeine tablets, and even with plain water. Pathmark sells a generic version ("Stay Awake"), each pill the equivalent of a cup of coffee (200mg of caffeine), just like the brand names. The first popular brand was NoDoz. Then Vivarin became the standard, available at the front of stores like Duane Reade, alongside the Tic Tacs, but I haven't seen either of them in a long time.