Seemingly against all odds, the trees and bulbs come out of the ground in response to the warmer weather, the sun and the nourishing rain. Every year they do it again. It is amazing to see, against the background of stone, and city and hardscape. Hope springs with spring.
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Every Time Catches My Breath
Walking toward 42nd Street last night, after my performance, thinking about my need for picture hanging materials when to my left between the curb and the traffic, I first saw the police car; following along, to the three policemen in a semi-circle around one man. He was standing with his hands behind his back, and …
Homeless Women
When I see a homeless woman, I can not help but wonder if she is someone’s mother, wife, sister, daughter.
Favorite Moment
…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.
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