If one buys a ticket for an airplane trip, one is assigned a seat number. You don’t own it, just yours to borrow for the trip. A bus ticket seat is determined by how early you stand in line in order to board the bus; some folks stand in line early because they really like …
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The High Line
Various times I have tried to get great pictures that tell the story of this elevated park-walk. All have Failed. Here is official information, official photos and tribute to great use of decaying space. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_Line_(New_York_City)
Where Have All the Stories Gone??
It’s been busy in ‘the ole town tonight”… that’s what can happen with life in the big City.
Update
The target shop has vanished.
Well-worn
This is a movie kiosk ticket/money exchange window. You are looking at the place where the money slides in and the tickets slide out in exchange. Under the glass. How worn this part of this shelf is, just by the exchange necessary to see a movie.
Target
How clever. There is a destination market between 9 & 10 Avenue with an entrance on 9th, known as the Chelsea Market. The Back/Rear entrance on 10th Avenue has always been dull and dark as it is tucked away under the High Line [which I have as yet failed to feature in these Chronicles- due to …
Toto
As I stood, waiting to cross the street, I see this small dog, leaping and frolicking in the air. In my rethinking it, I see the dog, tossing it’s head from side to side, and not running at full-speed, but just flying along at a clip. I had the sense that the dog was enjoying …
Compliments
Was waiting for the bus, when the lady that I complimented last week about her hat and coat showed up. She was bare headed and wearing a different coat, but I recognized her by her shoes. We stood without speaking. However, once the bus arrived and she sat down and I sat behind her, I …
Sign Language
Was riding as passenger in a car on 95 South, chatting with the driver, when all of a sudden hear a siren, and then it fades away. Turn to the driver who asks, ‘What was that and where was that?’ ‘Behind us and right,’ I reply. Some miles later, hear it again, and this time, we …
Finally! At Last!
They received more closely what they deserved. Was passing through the 4thSt Station Sunday, and happened upon a quartet. A jazz quartet; sax, bass, drums and a keyboard. They were playing progressive jazz, lead by this very young man on the key board. The rest of the quartet were older men and as I stopped …