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, October 6, 2009
The Definition of Heaven On Earth
I said it was those firefighters playing baseball. The best game, the yummiest men.
But my colleague shrugged, said, "Nah. It was that hot man on the 6 train from the Bronx who made woo woo eyes at me me because I was doing the London Times crossword puzzle during rush hour. Without a dictionary."
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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