Wednesday once more. En route to the subway, police in attendance, and my friend Josip the Turkish fruit seller (My BEST friend! as he exclaims on seeing me, but presumably to dozens of others too), along with, Where you BEEN? – I fall for this every time, explaining to him that I have been nowhere, before eventually realizing he also says this to everyone and means nothing by it. Perhaps in Turkish it simply means, How ya doin? – words I also slavishly answer when addressed to me, as though they were a real enquiry.
Moby (not shown)
Linda and Princess
En route to Linda and Princess and coffee, I greet another urban regular, Moby – not his real name (it’s not Dick, either), which like his face, he prefers me not to disclose – one of the joys of my Wednesdays. Moby is the most dynamic human being I know. He hands out free newspapers, which he will not permit me to identify, with a tireless enthusiasm that lights up your day. He will succeed at whatever he does in this life. He’s a beacon. You could run Manhattan’s electrical grid off him.
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