It’s about the durges at the Post Office. My mailing address is a Post Office Box so by choice, I am obliged to show up at my local Post Office, multiple days of the week to collect my mail. Throughout the year it is a small, sane place. But come the Monday after Thanksgiving and …
Monthly Archives: December 2011
Toiling Away
When non-New Yorkers think of the City and Broadway, they assume that every actor in town is gunning to be on the main stage of some Broadway production, but that is oh so not the case. Tucked away in basements, behind store fronts, in high rise buildings on floors assessable sometimes only by walking up …
Riding the Rails on the S Line
That was fun! Once-a-year the Metro Transit Authority, hooks as many as 11 vintage subway cars together and runs them for the four Saturdays between the Saturday after Thanksgiving and the one before Christmas, on a designated line. This Saturday it was running on the ‘M’ line as the ‘M’ line doesn’t run on weekends, …
Chinatown
For Western Medicine you go to the drug store and buy a bottle of pills that are manufactured somewhere with something in them that you hope works. At times a real improv. For Chinese medicine the powders or cures or remedies are made from dried real plant materials and specifically tailored to what ails you.They …
Fake Trees vs Real
The juxtaposition of the fake garland wrapped around the real tree limb. I’m still working through that one.
Eyes Shut
How do those passengers who sit on the subway with their eyes shut and appear to be sleeping, know when to wake up to get off?
Meddler
Perhaps it is just me, not able to leave well enough alone. He was standing in the jam-packed subway car with 5 double-bagged Trader Joe’s bags. The gaping bags laid out in plain view what he had purchased: all the trimmings for a holiday dinner. Since we are cheek-by-jowl and I had to look down …
Another Tree
It wasn’t a cheap ticket by any count, especially for a museum that hasn’t changed it’s core exhibits in the last double digit decades but it was a sight to behold thus worth the price of entry. The Origami Holiday Tree at the American Museum of Natural History. I didn’t count them, but word has it …
Street Lights
6:35 a.m. A cacophony of car horns. I lie there wondering what is the cause of the irregular honking. And then it stops. And then it starts up again. I look out of my bedroom window and see that the traffic light on the North corner of the street is stuck. The North flow traffic …
The Day of the Drunken Santas
It’s Saturday. At first I noticed a Santa at 10 am and thought he must be on his way to a gig. Then as I was out and about I began to see other Santa Clauses, too many for one day of attending to kids in the City. I asked one white-bearded young man. His …