Uptown-bound on the 5.
In Harlem, a man in a three piece suit stood grandly aside as I staggered down the sidewalk, and when I switched hands two blocks further, on the corner of Fifth and 127th, a tiny Hispanic woman in sky-high heels stopped and said, You need help with that?
I did, actually, but it would have crushed her.
And I like living in a place where people ask.
Lovely words and picture. Glad you are finding your way in your new neighborhood.
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ReplyDeleteThis comment requires extrapolated imagination (which I have) to fathom the linkage but in looking at the pretty green leaves (above), I am reminded of a memory..
ReplyDeleteSeveral times a day, I pass your "2014 Market Calendar" in my kitchen and this month (May) reveals tightly paced asparagus arrayed in disciplined rows seeming very erect, put together, and proud. I chuckle when I glance at this colorful image as these parade-ground vegetables remind me of a Marine infantry company lined up ready for inspection. And of course we called ourselves the "lean green machine." But, vegetables we were not.
So on this Memorial Day, I think lovingly of those good men who did not come home with the rest of us after serving in a real bad war in South Vietnam. And one of those men, David Dayle MacKenzie, a Michigan Marine, would just about now be in his second term as our President. He was that special. I miss him every day.
Are you leading a walk in Central Park today?
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