"It's a slanting period between 'then' and 'now'", she answered. "Reality is not easy for me and this is a real shot in the arm of reality."
A real shot in the arm. That was something Florence always used to say. I don't hear it very often anymore. It seems we use less and less words every day, leaving our sentences less and less beautiful.
Dana looks at me like I'm a beautiful sentence. She always has. It's why I used to run down Grand Street shouting her name when I saw her and why I sang Beatle love songs under my breath as we waited on Broome Street for her and George.
"I'm looking at you as if I just met my past and my future and they hugged," she says.
If ever a way to reconcile the past with dreams still yearned for that would be it.
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.
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