With a significant amount of garbage to get rid of, I head down to the basement and see Antonio when I get there. I make the drop and as I get back into the elevator in run into Judy R. She tries, almost unsuccessfully, to squeeze a double wide stroller out through its doors.
On 186th street, I see the wife of a local Rabbi who has randomly friended me on Facebook. We don’t say hello as I pass her.
I drop my tax return in the mail at the corner and make it the rest of the way to the platform and on to the next train. It’s pretty late and the subway is hardly crowded. A blonde woman next to me is working on a crossword puzzle clipped from the paper, leaning on a textbook about corporate finance. On the opposite side a father is reading his daughter a book "face to face with cheetahs" and they discuss the amazing eyes of the cheetah. This thought - a discussion of feline eyes - brings back memories of someone I used to know a long time ago.
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