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 lack of good pictures]. Compared to traffic at the front on 9th, it is little used. Saw the other day that Target has set up a mini-shop there. Brightly lit in red and white and show casing a few of the special items that Target markets with designers. That will change the traffic pattern!

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 every second of every step. The funniest part was that this dancing dog was on the end of a leash, being held by the master who was peddling along side on his bike.

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 said, to her back ” Ah, it’s the lady with the hat and coat”. She turned around and said ‘Yes, and I told my husband, this woman at the bus stop complimented me on my hat and coat”. So it was a verification for me, that none of us ever have too many nice things said to us, as in her case, she took it home. I found that lovely.

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 both comment it must be coming from the overpass under which we have driven, as this sound has corresponded with driving under an overpass both times. Apparently at the same time, both of us look out the passenger side window, and see, two lanes over a car traveling at our speed with a driver flexing and unflexing his hand. And mouthing words. We both look. We both continue looking. Said driver continues in his lane, no car between us, mouthing something and flexing his hand, closed and open. As we continue to watch, he takes the approaching exit. We simultaneously realize he is an undercover cop – hatless – but appears to be wearing a green uniform- in an unmarked car. We, to this moment, have no idea what he was trying to convey.

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 to look and listen, they had the demeanor of men who play regularly in a club, except for the young man. I let my train pass in order to better take them in. When the next train came, before I boarded, I quickly gave them the amount I felt they were deserving, not what I thought I could afford. At last. Finally. How long has it taken me to do this.