The New Yorker Magazine cover of 19 November. ‘Rhapsody in Blue” by Mark Ulriksen, illustrates my sense of depression on the city.
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The Blues
A sort of gloom and unsettled feeling in the City as I an experiencing it. Perhaps it is because one never knows when one will run into a friend or acquaintance who is still keenly and deeply influenced in their daily life by the storm’s aftermath. The Thanksgiving holiday is approaching, but so many families …
General Admission
It was a a black box theatre, about 40 seats total. For the 7 pm show, the doors opened for seating at about 6:50. She was right behind me, the 4th person to enter. She sat down beside me in the first row, in the middle. There were a couple of empty seats to her …
Spam
1174. That is how many ‘comments’ this site has received and they are all spam. I #1. don’t understand who they are targeting. #2. Why would I ever visit their site when they are taking my time to delete them as spam. #3. What is their business goal? They have me totally confused as to …
Each Other’s Good Deed
I arrived at the bus stop on 7th and 44th, as he passed by hawking tickets to the Comedy Club. His is a difficult job and I had had a difficult day on all levels. For some reason he came over to chat and ask if I wanted to buy a ticket. I told him …
Whimsey
It began at 4:00 am. By 8:30 am the shouting and banging and loud discussions were completed. The car then sat until 2:30 pm! when the two actors arrived. Hopefully you can see what I see. This was outside my window, and is the set up for a car scene, where you see the occupants …
What If
I don’t pay my ConEd bill as due this month. Here in the City. Are they going to send me the standard email, threatening to cut my service?
Just Like His Mother Did?
The scene caught me by surprise. I was again walking down the tree-shaded lane in the Village but not so late at night this time. As I came to where the bed had been previously, I was distracted by movement on my left. It was a very tall man with his back to me, standing …
Cement
Walking home in the dark, along a tree lined street in the Village, means walking in the shadows at times. All of a sudden I realized that the shadow to my right, was not cast by the tree on my left but was a person bundled up in a dark cover. The sidewalk was narrow …
A Missed Opportunity
He was standing mid block on 10th Street, near the shoe repair shop. As I hurried by, he said, ‘Don’t you have some money for a guy to get something to eat’. It was about 12:30 pm. I had no change, and was too ______ to give him an unbroken $20. But what I could …