- The visit just concluded from Dad, Cherry, Todd, Cindy, Mary Kathryn, Emma, Lizzie Grace, Christian, Amanda, Preston, and Hudson. It was the best 5-day stretch I’ve all year, if not several years.
- Riding in the front car with Preston and Husdon, looking out the front window and telling Huddie that if he saw a red light in the tunnel ahead he should twist the little doorknob to make sure the conductor is aware and ready to stop. His fascination and awe.
- The wave of the conductor as we left the train.
- The smile of the mole person we saw coming out of the tunnel at the Times Square station. It was in that corner of the station near the Shuttle where the tracks are exposed and you can see out into the tunnel and touch the 1-Train as it goes by. We’d been talking about Mole People for several days (that subculture among the people who live in the tunnels beneath the city and then – bam! – there he was, wearing camouflage and a “crown” made of safety pins, some of them open and dangling. He was extremely thin, his skin barely hanging on him. Preston and Hudson “stared a hole in him,” as Christian put it and I gave him a dollar on out way out. He smiled broadly.
- By chance coming across a dock dog-jumping competition in Times Square on our way to Toys ‘R Us. Along with the mole man, evidence something I love most about this city: at any moment you can see something you’ve never seen before.
Many Thanks,
Me