A: ”Hennessy on the rocks, yo” sliding a cup of coffee across the counter.
B: ”Do you know that your Kings suck yet?”
The casual banter between the man behind a cash register and his customer in a deli we visited every day near our “Harlem Palace” in the Spanish Harlem.
"The Subway costs almost $3 now, I know, it’s crazy"
A kind African American mother waiting for the Subway at 103 & Lexington as three girls tried to figure out the
best cheapest way to cross the Central Park to Barney’s Greengrass.
The words a young man didn’t have to use as he silently observed the two of us standing as one of our friends sat to his left. Then the simple gesture as he stood up and motioned for all of us to sit together.
What I love most about traveling, the world, the country, this city, is the opportunity to witness and appreciate how large our world is. But every time I do travel I am reminded that it is not always in the grandiose things — the architecture, the food, the culture. It’s simply in the small, ordinary things that I am quieted and humbled.
*Now I know that the one on the right is just a smidgen crooked, dangit.