Walking to the train, I see Ruthie W. on Overlook. She doesn’t see me and walks into the station just ahead of me. When I get to the platform, I see Moshe D. L. and we both nod a “good morning” to each other. Further ahead on the platform I see Ruthie again.
Sitting on one of the benches is a woman, in brown top and light colored jeans, using an eyelash curler. Public nail-clipping might be the only viler thing I’ve seen done on MTA property. When the train arrives and she boards, I wonder if she will continue to use the curling device. A little bit of turbulence could render her blind in the eye, yet she seems ready to take the risk.
At 59th, I see Jerry B. but walk by him too quickly to say hello. When I was in college we both stinted as waiters in the University dining hall. He then went on to marry a hometown friend of mine so I still see him from time to time.
I squish onto the D, wondering what the new Jewish year will bring.
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