A Long Time in New York

I put together a photo album of my trip to New York. There are no typos, so if you see something spelled wrong, you must be reading it incorrectly.

http://www.hopstudios.com/nep/albums/nytrip/

Here are some notes I wrote on the trip; I have more to type up. I had so many things inside my head from a day of walking around New York by myself, but now of course in front of this computer screen I can't think of any of them.

I had a nearly perfect chicken sandwich for lunch. It was hot, chopped, spicy chicken breast, with melted cheese on it, put in a fresh kaiser roll with lots of mayo, some salt and pepper, a little lettuce, just enough to make the sandwich cool and slippery instead of sticky. It was wrapped in wax paper and blank newsprint, cost $3.50, and was served to me at a walk-in deli at the skinny north end of Central Park. As I was standing at the counter, marvelling at the 9 video cameras in the four-aisle store, a wiry black man slid into the store. He was carrying a wind breaker and placed it on the counter where the man beside the young cashier was counting receipts. The black man launched into a quickly, quietly spoken pitch about how the receipt man could buy not just this jacket but as many as two others, and the price was as little as $30, no $20 dollars for this jacket that normally cost $90. It was a real steal deal, the man said.

If I had a restaurant in New York, I'd call it One's. It would be a restaurant you showed up to by yourself, and you got seated at a table with two others. Every table would be a table for three, no more, and less only if it was very slow. You'd be expected to talk to the other two people at your table, make nice dinner time conversation with them. It would be the perfect place for businesspeople who don't want to eat alone. Like me this trip.

So far, I've eaten at a few interesting places. Moonstruck, was a blue tile, mondo menu,

I also ate at a sushi place that seemed to be a speak-easy for high school students. They came in in batches. They skipped through the main restaurant and went off to the back room, and spent much of their time giggling and staggering back and forth to the bathroom in twos and threes. I was at the sushi bar, and at the table behind me were two 25-year-old, unbridled ids, who would say things like, "Mmm, she's got love handles on her I'd like to grab," and "We should go up there, find the two cutest ones, and take them out all night to the bars until they're too drunk to put their shoes on." Then one of these jerks asks the other one, "Hey, why do you suppose they always go to the bathroom in pairs? Women always do that, why do you think that is?" and I think to myself, well,

Philosophical question: How do you know when you're doing what you're supposed to be doing? Pat Sajak and Vanna White are still doing the Wheel of Fortune after all these years. Does Vanna sometimes think, "Hey, I could have gotten a part in a movie, maybe be a big star by now." How do they know that they're happy doing what they're doing? And how do I know if I'm happy?

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