Saturday, February 23, 2019

THAT OLD TOWN


Have you ever walked down the streets of Manhattan and wonder where you are exactly? Plenty of street signs and all, but where exactly are you?

Walking along 7th Avenue during the afternoon one workday as I hurried to make the opening curtain of a matinee, the crowds became dense as people walked quickly, racing to get to the next few feet. They walked in packs, arm in arm and solo, all with a mission, to get to the next few feet.

One lady running uptown twisted and danced her way forward, even saying, “Thank you Ma’am” when the other lady refused to yield her space.

Then there is a new thing I first noticed on the railroad to Penn Station, these long white protrusions sticking out their ears! Some people had two (one in each ear)! Of course, you couldn’t help notice the cell phones and people reading them.

It seems the whole of Manhattan is like this now, $8.00 franks with $4.00 bottles of water, white things hanging out of their ears and mass of advancing hordes of quick moving people fighting for the next few feet.





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