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interactionsToday, after my breakfast meeting, I stood on the corner of Broadway & Bleecker, trying to figure out how the hell to get up the the upper West Side, since I can never get up there. I pulled out elly's NFT, unfolded the subway map, and within seconds was prompted "can I help you get somewhere?" It kills me everytime. I feel like a schmuck for not knowing where I'm going, but I'm also so constiently impressed by the kindness of strangers in NYC. So this guy offers me directions. I poo poo him immediately, pride fully bristling, "Oh, I'm just trying to get UWS; I'll take the A/C to Columbus Circle, and transfer to the 1/2/3 there." He responds with something along the lines of "That'll work, but let me know if you want to know the best way to get there." This immediately knocks down all of my defenses, since I'm a sucker for a better route. Juan ends up carefully walking me halfway across into the West Village, regaling me with stories about the first day he set foot in New York, 46 years ago, having left a small town of 2,000 in Cuba. He recalled Idlewild Airport, "you know, before Kenedy was president", the love he has of the village, and more. Today is his daughter's birthday (exactly six months from mine), and did I know that she lived in San Francisco for a while? It was wonderful. He had to walk slowly because of a recent surgery, and my hurry to get to a lunch date just vanished. We ambled on his way to the NYU library, swapping stories. Sometimes, it's good to stop and smell the flowers. i <3 nyc |
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