Dinner with Christo
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Christo, the resident male red-tailed hawk of Tompkins Square Park, keeps a
schedule. He has always been an orderly individual, keeping a routine and
bei...
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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.
4 comments:
Hi CO . . .
I wonder if those days will come back. London to it's credit, has brought back some subway bathrooms. Complete with attendants.
Like the comment about the keys in #2. Even when I'm not in NY, I have 'em out in my hand halfway up the block.
Not sure I get the joke though . . .
T
it's an old old joke and one my father told - could have come from the comedy movies of the 30's I think it might be a Groucho Marx Brothers line.
Are you what you claim yourself to be or are you a squeaky little frightened thing?
Here I'm saying are you a New Yorker or not? there's only way to know - what do you do in this situation? A bit obtuse .... I'll blame exhaustion on that.
I do remember the attendants at the boys and girls bathrooms in the park I played in. They were the law. and those bathrooms were clean.
Ah. I get it now . . .
wow nice memories!. i love you blog 101%. lol...
anyways.
if you have time visit me ^^
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Ill do gonna put you on my bloglist and of course ill follow you. hope you have to help me because i'm new in blogger :P jeez :P
Let us be friends? Thank you :p
kier here
T_T trying to adjust for my new BLOG
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