Why I Live Here

I buy a bagel and ice coffee. I go across the street to the blooming park and I'm told there's no eating there. I sit down on the space on 6th ave and Greenwich and a woman pulls out the other chair at my table and sits a few feet away.  I tell her she can share the table with me. She does and we talk about nyc and the library and montauk and this and that. 

I go to the post office and the young woman who helps me makes sure I push all kinds of buttons to prove I'm not a terrorist sending lethal things and I tell her things have really changed since back in the day and she says really and I say oh yeah and we both agree that the only thing that stay the same are babies. She smiles big and displays her teeth with big gaps between them. 

I cross the street and run into my handsome Russian dentist who does some tv acting and he doesn't know I know that back in his day he was a cage fighter. I saw him fight on Youtube. I love his coloring, all whites and grays and paleness. we talk about his kid and the just passed winter and this and that.