So far, the worst experience I’ve had in the city: on a cold, dark, rainy winter night, about 10:15 pm the wind is gusting the rain, threatening to blow out my umbrella and the bus for which I have been waiting, standing on the corner, rides by without checking the bus stop, doesn’t notice me …
Author Archives: The Chronicler
TWO STARS
Here is A Star. Annie Gets a Star. All of the above has nothing to do with the City, except I saw the first star walking down the street but that was after the fact. The back story: On ABC is a program titled Pan Am. Having had many PanAm experiences, I tuned in. …
Umbrella
The rain stopped. He obviously didn’t need the walking-stick-umbrella, but what to do, they can be cumbersome to carry when not in use. So he did the one thing I’ve never seen anyone do: he hooked the curved wooden handle onto the collar of his shirt, at the back of his neck. The umbrella was …
Soothing
Classical music plays in the departure hall of Penn Station. What a soothing background for the hustle and bustle of travel. Well done!
Ouch!
It is often the smallest event that reminds me of the cost of living in a metropolis. I have a shopping bag, made of parachute fabric that folds small and is always with me, to whip out when needed. Today, because it had a 4″ rip down the side, I took it to my friendly …
Chinese New Year
Monday was New Year’s Day for the Chinese Community in the City and today, Tuesday there was quiet in Chinatown. Many of the stalls were not open but there were lots of articles in red and gold being touted. I asked a person or two what they had done to make New Year’s Day special. …
Could it Be?
He caught my attention because he, well, looked hip and was handsome/cute. He sort of sprang through the subway’s open door, sleek, shiny, dressed all in black, except his shoes which were chamois color lace-up boots. But he was wearing two left shoes. Was it possible? I kept tracking it and there was no doubt …
What Do You Think?
She boarded the bus but I did not pay her attention except to notice she was well dressed and that she sat down behind me. A stop later the bus driver turned around in his chair and said ‘Miss, would you come here please’. He was looking right at me. I pointed to myself, ‘Me’ …
The Small Case
Walking home on a night-shaded street in the Village, from the most awful theatre production I have attended, perhaps ever, I pass a small, single handle, brown-colored plastic attache-like-case. It is sitting out on the curb of the sidewalk with the black plastic garbage sacks, waiting for during-the-night-collection. The small case catches my eye and …
Paranoia
On a Sunday morning when the subway riders are few and mostly male, and these males are mostly dressed in somber colors and when in my car one begins to pray and another is chant, I begin to wonder if I’m are perhaps in the wrong place at the wrong time. As someone told me, …