This morning my walk to work was disturbed by loud sirens, hurtling fire trucks, screeching police cars and not 1, not 2, but 5 of these NYPD tricycles trying to keep up but getting stuck in the hordes of pedestrians. It must be very embarrassing to be relegated to tricycle duty.
And I still don't know what was going on. I've been scouring the news but have seen nothing. I think a fire was somewhere on 44th or 45th Street past 7th Avenue.
People have called me a goldfish - I have no memory. Or a very selective memory. I'm missing whole years of my life but can remember all the words to odd Disney and Dirty Dancing songs (Aaahhh-riel! Stay, just a little bit looonger...). So, this is a clear little bowl for me to hold my treasures and peer out while you peer in.
"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection” - Anais Nin
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