Monday - the 16th
again a day ahead of myself, feels like tuesday. On the train back to the beach. A morning of money transfers.
The photo above is of a cop at penn station who has the most magnificent tush I’ve seen in way more than long spell. When I passed him he said ... how you doing… with a yes, can I help you look ... probably because my glance was a mite too long.
The boys are cleaning the cottage, L & J are coming tomorrow and I gotta say … you know how people say someone makes them a better person … that’s how I feel about my new city home. After thirty two years down there on the second floor, being on top with bright sky and light and water towers and the Empire, birds and more galore … I feel like a better person - or at least, someone who aspires to be one, worthy of my luck and new.
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