In My Write Mind
There are so many days that go by in a blur, because we're so caught up with our routines and responsibilities, and we let things that should be unforgettable pass us by. I think that's especially the case here in New York City, where we've basically become numb to the things around us, always ready to expect the unexpected.
Like today, on a Sunday morning, I'm on the train and sitting across from me was a man...smoking. On a train. In New York City. Underground. ON A TRAIN!!!! And you know what? No one in the packed train car said a word. Not one person looked up from their books or conversations to give this man a second look. That's the world we know these days. Sad but true. And truly unforgettable.
This afternoon my friend's daughter makes her debut at Carnegie Hall. She's 10. And has been practicing the piano since July. OF THIS YEAR!!! I'm beginning to think this...may...be...a...long...afternoon.
scribbled by Will at 9/26/2004 11:02:00 AM
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