65: time to hit the road

Things about New York:

it’s loud. It’s 9:30 on a Thursday and we’re sitting on a wooden bench at 13th st & 5th ave & there’s the constant background thrum of unknown machinations emanating from hard to say where, plus traffic noise; then this massive dump truck fired up right behind us, sat running so loud we couldn’t talk until the light changed, then thundered off. In the time I’ve been typing a garbage truck came & stopped at the same red light, an ambulance sped by on the ave, and a cluster of student-types drifted past chattering loudly. This is typical.

It’s hot.

It’s populous.

It’s tall.

It’s expensive.

It’s got all kinds…ofeverything

Pigeons, squirrels and rats