On things trains do
I wonder if relaxing, just completely relaxing, could ever be an option. After all, sometimes getting where I’m going is my job, and sometimes it’s the train’s job.
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On the 1-train flutist
“Oh man,” he exclaimed, “New York ain’t got no shortage of good looking women!”
He was talking about me, of course. Who else would he be talking about?
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On bright moments
… But some little thought of something, a bit of music, a sign from a restaurant, a joke from somebody else’s conversation, any old thing, really, makes me brighten up like a lamp that was suddenly switched on, usually accompanying the thought “I can’t wait to tell my husband this.”
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On directions
There are few things that a real New Yorker loves more than giving directions to somebody who is lost. In this case, I didn’t even wait for them to ask me for help, which was probably my first mistake, but I could tell that these ladies were lost. We were at Times Square on the [...]
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On views and strange memories
I made it a point to look out the window, as I usually do when the trains go overground. I looked out at Chinatown and the nameless project buildings on the border between Chinatown and the top edge of the Financial District, creeping out toward the East River. I used to have a storage box in a Manhattan Mini Storage on Catherine Slip, just blocks from those project buildings.
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I ate my sandwich in front of the museum’s fountain. There were small children standing near the fountain. They’re not allowed to go in. It’s one of those fountains with many spouts that shoot off in sequence to make patterns. The children all screamed with delight when the fountain shot water high into the air, and then crouched in anticipation when the fountain waters were low. I poured a shot of alcohol into a Stewart’s root beer.
Ever go to a modern art museum tipsy?
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On how to give to the homeless
A small boy (eight or nine) was on the train with his mother when a homeless person came through the car begging for money. The little boy had some money (a quarter! a whole quarter!). “Mom, can I give him some money? Can I give him some money?” “Sure, honey.” He waved his little quarter [...]
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This crew as well I’ve seen before… at least, I’ve seen the ringleader with a different set of dancers. This is another one that’s better live, if only because the person who took this video (intelligently) edited out all the bad jokes, which are funny when you hear them in person, but not so much when you watch a video of it later. He did manage to get across though that the ringleader is nothing short of a clown, haha. The time I saw him he was wearing a leapord-print leotard with a tail. Yeah. A clown.
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On the secret news
He told me he wanted to tell me something which he didn’t want me to tell anyone. My response was “Who would I tell anyway?” Of course, in retrospect, there are quite a few people I could tell, including you. And granted, you don’t know him, or even really me, or anyone else involved, but I feel compelled to silence.
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On makeup and hiding
Who was she and what character was she becoming? Where could she be going on a Saturday morning where her face was not welcome in its natural state? With every new color she added, she surprised me, because I thought the previous one would be sufficient, but apparently it was not…
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