Friday, July 17, 2009

NY Friday AM

It was hot and humid on the street, unbearable on the subway platform. Three men in dark glasses start singing, "I've got sunshine on a cloudy day, .... My girl (this girl, that girl), ..." It was wholly inappropriate, but slowly people suffering on the platform saw the possibilities. Wallets that got stuck to the pants that were stuck to peoples' bodies, got pried open. It was beyond the commute hour, the wait was longer, the cash bag got fuller, people tried to smile knowing the cool blue train will eventually get there. That is my story this Friday.


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