- Abracadabra Magic Store. I had a little yellow catalogue from them when I was a kid. I stumbled across it today.
- I also came across the Chelsea Wine and Liquor Store, where I worked in the winter of my senior year. It was a pretty depressing and depressed job – I’d tsk-tsk the alcoholics who were having vodka jugs delivered on a Friday and then use the dollar I was tipped to buy a tall boy Budweiser. The gratitude here is for the memory and the experience and the reminder today of how far I’ve come. That kid is a completely different person.
- On the subject of trains (yesterday) and college: The R Train, on which I’m sitting. I’m not remotely as attached to it as to the 4, but this train was the first one I took regularly. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 8th St to Times Square. There was a RR back then and tokens were under a dollar.
- The man singing in Russian – a lusty baritone – walking back and forth with a speaker playing background music and his hat in his hand for donations. He sounds terrible and I’d almost pay him to stop, but I’m glad he’s here anyway.
- The 19th floor terrace, even though I don’t always get a lounge chair.
Many thanks,
Me