This is part 2 of a two-part story. Part 1 can be found HERE.
Last year after seeing a few friends post on social media that the person in front of them at the Starbucks drive-through paid for their coffee, I decided I wanted do something similar.
I have been asked several times since I have started this blog if my stories are true. I want to come clean today.
One summer evening in upper Manhattan, there was a lot of screaming coming from the street four stories below. I looked out the window to check out the commotion.
Last week I sat down on the train next to a woman who looked kind of iffy or unstable.
In 2008 Andy and I moved into the area between Washington Heights and Inwood. We lived there for three years, and it was the loudest three years of our lives.
I was walking down Rodgers Ave. in Brooklyn, on my way to buy groceries, and I saw a woman up ahead who was acting erratically.
In 2011, Andy and I were subleasing a room in Rego Park, Queens. The neighborhood was a diverse group of people, including a large group of observant Uzbek Jews.
Last week, I was walking in my neighborhood after my evening classes, and I heard a man get hit by a car. I say “heard”, as I only witnessed the loud thud.
Last night I was leaving my voice lesson which was on the UWS in a residential building, and I got in the elevator with the tiniest dog I have ever seen. It’s name was Sophie and it was one of those toy terriers. Ridiculously cute.