…is when as I am stepping out of the door of my apartment building, onto the sidewalk, the bus I want to take is just pulling up to the bus stop a few feet away. The closest I get to limo-service.
Author Archives: The Chronicler
Commitment!
Stepped into Trader Joe’s last evening around 7 pm with a friend. We were going to ‘buy dinner’ and dine in. As we stepped inside the door, I thought it strange that shoppers with carts at varying degree of ‘full’ were not milling, but rather standing stationary by the door. Friend immediately said “I’m not …
The Smell
Boarded the subway at W 4th and the smell of defecation was pungent! If you’ve ever encountered an outhouse on a hot summer day, that was about the stench level. Looked around and across the tracks and in total there were 5 persons pushing their belongings in shopping carts, but all were at rest as …
Touch
Have I been too engrossed in the series, ‘Touch’? Just happened to look out my upper story window on a quiet Sunday morn and caught the following vignette: a tall white man with some blonde hair, a shorter dark-haired, olive skin man, standing behind a cab. In a flash, they took each others hand, kissed …
The Odds
One subway car. He gets on at 14th Street, wheeling a huge bass fiddle, and stands in the entryway of one of the two doors of the car. She boards at 23rd Street, lugging an equally large bass fiddle and stands in the other entryway of the car. She never looked at him. He kept …
PIG
He stands outside a bar-b-que restaurant on 9th Avenue. I’m not really certain about his connection to the establishment, except that maybe he is there a long time. My favorite thing about him is the damage to his belly, and the ‘fix-it’ bandaid.
Sign:
‘Raising a baby in a New York apartment, is like growing an oak tree in a thimble’ This is an advert from Manhattan storage.. would be even better for a Westchestor realtor
Well, Well.
It was the quiet way he asked for money when I passed him, seated on a plastic crate with a pair of crutches laying [lying?] across his lap. I was a half-mile away from home, and had just come up from the subway; I could only experience the back of his head. I walked by, …
Incongruous
2nd of April, a melodious, wailing, gentle sax in the lower regions of the Chinatown subway stop and the song playing is a Christmas carol.
Starving Artists
There are items I come across that are stated well, and it seems superfluous to rewrite them in my own words. If you have seen adverts for cheap art, here’s the skinny www.drloriv.com/lectures/starvingartists.asp BUT http://www.starvingartistsproject.com/ THIS IS THE REAL THING. TAKE A LOOK AT THIS WEBSITE. TERRIFIC