I don't how I did it, but I began to insist it couldn't be included in any sale and I told that to each and every person who came to see if this was their home that they could fill up with memories.
I don't know how she did it, but my sister got someone to take down this light fixture and put up another one that looks almost the same but isn't.
I didn't know what to do, so I put it somewhere safe, on top of the record player and looked at it, and then didn't look at it and then did and then gave up and then checked the internet for rewiring guys and then did other things and then checked again and then made a call and then sent an email and then...
I don't know how it worked out, but the taxi was right there and the shop was open and I still had some money...
I don't know how come I got so lucky, but that light not only got rewired, it got polished and some beautiful bulbs. Then it got the right threaded rod, the right crossbar and a dimmer that was not a billion dollars.
And then Sean came up on his day off and managed to make everything work.
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.