A My Private Coney project Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The maintenance guys had to get in immediately because something was leaking somewhere. Luckily I still had an emergency $20 tucked away so I grabbed a taxi to Florence's.
The dashing driver and I talked about the decrease of taxi use and the possibility of driving a bus. He asked what I did.
"I'm an out-of-work writer."
"Oh! You can write about me."
So I took a picture and, handing him my card, told him to check the blog in a couple of days.
"I don't just drive a taxi." And he handed me his card. There, dashing smile and all, was his picture next to bright bold letters announcing SUNNYSIDE REAL ESTATE: All Your Residential and Business Needs Met!
"You're like in the two worst professions to be in during a recession,” I said in disbelief.
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.