It was the fifth thrift store and like most of the other places, dogs were allowed.
Several of us recognized each other from previous shopping stops where collaborative efforts and group participation was part of the process in making wise fashion decisions. We were all on the ferocious hunt for something under $10 that made us look like a million bucks, only five to ten pounds thinner.
But finally after patient waiting by full racks, like many two-legged male companions, including the very tolerant one with me that day, Louie stopped for a break.
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.