New York snapshots sans camera

Walking down East 9th (I’m a sucker for my old neighborhood), I pass an older man. Ahead of me, hurrying down the block, a middle-aged woman rushes towards him, exclaiming, “I just had the most wond’ful expeeriance of my life! I have to tell you abowt it!”

*****

Leaving the subway station near Ft. Tryon Park, a pint-sized fair-haired boy holds the door open for everyone exiting the tunnel. I know how heavy those doors are, but he just presses his bottom and the palms of both hands against it. “Thank you, honey,” I say. “No problem!”

*****

That block by the park smells like dried leaves. It’s fall. But it’s not fall, it’s hot and sticky and a little unbearable. It smells like fall, though.

*****

The sign on the door of the little shop on 9th St. says, “Don’t worry about the terrorists! Global warming will kill them all anyway.”

*****

The light is always beautiful in my old neighborhood. I miss it so much.

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