Last Day of the Week

I head downstairs and on Bennett Avenue I see Shifra A. getting out of her black SUV. She is wearing a gray overcoat and stomping across the street in high decibel heels. She asks “what's up?” as I wave. Up ahead at the corner I see Sarah F.

At the station, I can hear the train approaching but continue my calm pace as others run towards it. I don’t reach it in time, but none of them do either. At the bottom of steps I see Doron S. with his little boy.

Isaac D. is also on the platform, fishing through his knapsack. He doesn't see me as I walk by towards my spot. When I get there, I find Yael B. right next to me and she says hello.

There is a soft saxophone playing at the far end of the platform. It is pleasant, but muffles an announcement about an approaching downtown train which was already difficult to hear.

Me and My Harley

I get downstairs and find that a slim film of snow has covered the ground overnight. There is usually a path cleared from the front courtyard to the sidewalk; It's strange to be leaving the apartment before the super shovels it through.

On Overlook, I watch as Isaac D. sprints across 184th and into the station. The only thing I have time to notice are his 180's. Unlike my knock offs, he has the real deal.

I make it to the platform and run into David K. We say hello, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen him outside of synagogue before. The train arrives shortly thereafter.

Too lazy to fish for my headphones, I let my eyes wander about the adverts along the top of the cabin walls. For $79 I can finally have affordable healthcare. A dark haired Lisa Shannon encourages me to attend the CUNY Online College, and if I'm ever in trouble with the law I can count on the attorneys at 1-800-INNOCENT. The best ad is for Harley Davidson. If I owned one, I wonder if I'd ride it to work every day. Would I blog about it?