Again, What Are The Chances

Am sitting in a car on the subway train that is being held at the station.  While a train is being held, the doors are always left open.  This allows for comings and goings as folks change their minds about being delayed.  It’s 1:30 in the afternoon, and after reading all the signage above my head and looking at the stops to come, posted in neon, I look out the open car door.  Across the platform is another train, also being held in the station with open car doors.  I look.  There appears to be a young man, fellow actor, sitting on that train.  But he is a bit too far away for me to be quite certain.  I try to look more keenly.  At the same moment, he looks up, and apparently feeling my stare, sees me and waves.  The next instant he springs up out of his seat, dashes across the platform toward my open car door.   I jump up and as he enters the car, hug him, while we both exclaim about this chance meeting.  Now what are the chances of that in a City of a few million.  Why I love this town!

Away and Home Again.

It’s difficult to be in different places while one’s life is taking place in all of them.  It was a lovely summer of diverse travel plans with important-to-me-visits to people that mean much to me.

Coming back to the City, felt like coming home.  But getting in the groove to report on what is going on here, well, that is harder to wrap my head around.  Indeed, while I am away, life here goes on.  Friends do auditions, win awards, have performances, go to dinner, make day trips and continue without me.  As I step in and out it is difficult to bridge the gap.  So jumping back into attending plays and going on auditions is what lies ahead for the next couple of months, with of course more interruptions that will wreck havoc in my daily life, but se la vie!

 

Where to Sit, When Riding Crosstown

If riding on a double-length cross-town bus, walking to the back to sit is preferable.  Most of these busses stop in the middle of the block due to the length.  So a 7th Avenue stop is between 6th and 7th.  If 7th Avenue corner is where you are heading, then you are closer to there on a long bus, if you exit from the final rear door.  A small triumph but if in a hurry…. well, if in a hurry, one probably wouldn’t be taking the bus.

A City Vegetable Garden

This restaurant in the West Village has turned the sidewalk into a vegetable garden.  It is  to the south of their terrace and front door.  On each pot the white sign asks passersby to ‘watch’ but ‘not touch’.  As I was approaching to take the pictures, I saw a handy man twist off a tomato and disappear.

Faith in Fellow Man

I watched with great interest as this mid-60’s aged woman boarded the bus.  She boarded   with others  she knew, as she was in conversation with them.  She took a seat.  Then she stood up and moved to another seat.  These are her belongings left on the second seat of her choosing.  She then walked to the back of the bus to have a conversation with one of the co-boarders.  I watched in wonder as passengers came and went and neither bothered her things, nor asked to whom they belonged.  It was a tribute to honesty.